Niamey POV: the sweet fumes of hair dye fill my nostrals. I feel soft fabric on my fingers. Like velvet. I open my eyes and take in my surroundings. I'm in a basement. I try to sit up but end up helplessly groaning in pain. "Oh! Your awake!" Says a soft and sort of farmiliar voice. "Yeah..." I look around for the sorce of the voice. "Might I ask where I am?" I say still looking around. "That depends on what what you remember." The voice calls from somewhere upstairs. "Well..." The memorie was hazy "I was... On my way home I think. Yeah! I was on my way home from the art studio. I was lost, cold, and alone. Then..." He finally shows his face I met you! Your Gerard way!" I say finally remembering it all. "I think I would know that." He says. I roll my eyes at him. "How are you feeling?" He asks and the obvious concern in his voice makes me blush. "Not well." I groan trying to sit up again. "Erm... Shall I make some coffee?" He says nicely. "Whatever." I don't care about the rudeness of it. I'm sick after all. He should spoil me.
He comes back with three mugs of coffee in his arms. "Ummn Gerard I'm not THAT fond of coffee." He laughs. " THESE..." He motions to to of the three "are mine." Then he hands me a mug.
With one sip a feeling of relaxation sooths my aching bodie. I sigh and take another sip. All the tension slipped away. It was almost like sleeping with my eyes open. "This is really good Gerard!" I say almost surprised. He smiles. I still wasn't strong enough to sit though. "Niamey just relax. It's not good for you not to get your rest." He lays me back down with his strong arms and covers me with a blanket that he quickly stole from his bed. A thousand butterfly's buzzed in my empty stomache when he said my name, but I nearly fainted again when he touched me. The room went half blak but I dated not close my eyes. I didn't want to miss ANY of this. "I'm hungry." I groan. " I want food." He frowns at me. "I suppose you do