[Sadrain]

November 24th, Knoxville.

Ryan sat there for a bit, just looking at the girl. Various thoughts and scenarios played out in his mind, but finally he came to what seemed to be the best solution at the time. He helped the girl drink a bit of tea and then prepared to go out. Ryan's left arm was still painful and as he changed the bandage, he took note that it looked worse, not better. Something was definitely wrong there.

"I need to go, but I will be back soon, I promise. Don't worry about anything and try to sleep," Ryan told the girl, leaning over her 'bed', and then left. She probably had only vague feeling of how long he was gone, but when the man returned, he had various bags and packages. He set them down carefully and sat down next to her mattress to rest. Ryan talked with her, or maybe just mused to him self aloud, about various unimportant things, such as weather or music they heard on the old radio.

After a bit, Ryan felt better again and unpacked one of the bags which contained woman clothes. He had most likely stolen them somewhere, but they were clean and fresh. "Sorry, I don't really know your size," his tone was apologetic as he carefully dressed her in a simple, but warm turtle neck jumper, jeans and warm, woolly socks. They were surprisingly close to her size, though, and were quite comfortable. When he put her in the bed again, Ryan's breath was shallow and quick, pain radiating trough his arm, and vision a little blurry.

After a while, he unpacked another bag, which contained various softer foods and Ryan fed her some yoghurt ("I hope you like strawberries, but hey, everyone likes strawberries, right?"). He ate, too, although it was more forcing him self to eat. All Ryan wanted to do was curl up and sleep.