Someone was knocking on the door, she realized vaguely. She remembered in a rush what had happened and where she was. On her forehead just below the hairline, an angry red slash with black stitches was the worst of the injuries. There was some bruising, but that would fade soon. She was wearing one of his shirts as a night-shirt. It came down to her knees. She was comfortable, but her eyes were drooping with fatigue. He came in and sat at the edge of the bed by her feet.
“Sorry I don’t have a TV or anything in here. I’m not much of a couch potato.” He looked toward the wall that held a small shelf and a couple of Awards from his time in the Marines. She smiled at him.
“No, I didn’t take you for one.” She slid down a little on the pillows to get in a more relaxed position. Sam wanted nothing more than to fall into a deep sleep, without any dreams or nightmares that were probably going to occur. Well, she decided, looking more intently at the man in front of her, maybe she’d dream about him. She hadn’t realized how long she had actually been staring at him. He was looking back, and then he smiled almost shyly at her scrutiny. Her face went red with embarrassment. It was a nice change to the pallor of her skin when she appeared on his doorstep. She looked down at her night-shirt intently. Though she hadn’t thought about it before, she was lying in a strange man’s bed, and only half dressed. She wasn’t worried, however there were certain thoughts that couldn’t be blocked from her mind as she looked into his blue eyes.
“I hope you don’t mind my using your shirt. It looks like you have plenty.” She let her voice trail off, still not looking at him. Mark looked at her a little longer, seeing that she was now uncomfortable. Even with the bruises and general disarray of her appearance, she was a very attractive woman. What had possessed him to take her into his home and actually concede to her wishes to stay out of the hospital? He didn’t concede to anyone. Well, there was a first time for everything.
“Listen, the doc says you have to try to stay awake a little longer. We need to make sure you don’t have a concussion.” He stood up and circled to the other side of the room, picking up a throw-blanket and then tucking her snugly in.
“I don’t have a concussion. I’m fine to go to sleep.” She stated quickly, really not wanting to keep her eyes open a second longer. She saw the skeptical look on his face. “I’m not kidding!” She gave him her best honest look, eyes widening for emphasis. He smiled again. She really liked to see that smile. She had a feeling it was not something he did often.
“I’ll tell you what. I’m going to go get you a soda. Then I’m going to come back and you are going to tell me what happened. Do we have a deal?” He headed toward the door.
“I said do we have a deal?” His tone was authoritative. Sam sighed heavily.
Mark went into the kitchen to pull a couple of sodas from the fridge. He figured this tale would last long enough to assure that she was safe to sleep. Then he’d stretch on the couch and try to at least rest. He doubted he’d sleep. When he found out who did this to her, there were going to be some limbs broken. Hell, he might even shoot some knee-caps. When he returned to his room, Samantha was sound asleep. Since she’d arrived at his house, cleaned up, waited on the doctor, etc…..a concussion would be evident by now. He decided to let her sleep and to check in on her every few hours.