“How could you?” Her voice cracked halfway through the sentence, and she cleared her throat before continuing. “Just because I was hurt? That wasn’t your decision to make,” Allie huffed, continuing her path to the main road. The anger bubbled in her chest. That wound would have gotten her into a shelter until it was properly healed, and this guy just stole that from right under her.
“It may not have been a cross, but it was mine to care for. And honestly? Yeah, I do want to keep yelling at you but that’s not the best thing to do when these crazies are out to get you and people can easily call in a noise complaint and get us thrown in jail. Let’s go.”
“It was when you could barely walk,” Lucan countered. “We need to get to the motel, and the burn was slowing you down. Now it’s not.” And it wasn’t. They were both back to moving toward the main road, barely a limp to his step. His power required him to have a high tolerance for pain. Not to mention the wound was – albeit slowly – already beginning to heal.
“You want to worry about having enough supplies to do that? About getting an infection? And how would you pay for any of that?” There was no judgement in his tone. Before his powers emerged, it had been a very real worry for him, too. Which was why he didn’t understand this woman’s anger. She was being irrational. So he quit talking, walking alongside her in silence until they made it to the motel. It was two levels, so he requested a room on the second floor in the right corner to give him a good vantage point of everything. Then he paid the man behind the counter before leading the woman to it.
Allie remained silent, her lips pursed as they walked. As they made their way toward their destination, she thought about everything he’d mentioned. He was right, but there was no way she’d ever admit that, especially not to a stranger, even if he did save her life. She walked with her arms crossed, the blanket pulled tight over her shoulders.
As they entered the motel room, Allie quickly claimed a bed after flicking on the light. It had been days since she slept on a cot in a shelter, even longer since an actual bed. She sat on the edge, watching the mysterious man in the dim lighting. “You know, I do worry about not having the supplies, about getting an infection, about money. I worry about it all.” Allie’s voice was very matter-of-fact, and her eyes didn’t meet his, but practically bore a hole in the wall. “But that burn? That burn was going to grant me undeniable access to shelters, at least until it was healed. That would have given me a chance to shower on a regular basis, maybe even find a job and get the ball rolling. So yes, it would have been the cause of so much worry. But it also had the chance to open so many doors.”
Cisco backup 