"You don't remember me at all, do you?" He asked. "It's me, Eddie. We went to high school together." He watched you patch a couple of wounds on his arm.
You shook your head in response. "I don't remember a boy named Eddie." You turned your head to him to smile. "The name Eddie doesn't ring a bell. Though I feel like I've seen your face in a dream I had some time ago."
"What was it about?"
"I'm not sure. It's been awhile." You finished applying the last bit of gauze onto him. "Now your stomach." You stood up and went to grab more supplies from the cabinets.
Eddie laid on the cold operating table, his eyes never leaving you. "How long have you been here?"
You returned to him with supplies to mend the large wound on his stomach. "A couple of years now. I prefer this than how I used to live before the chaos." You slowly lifted his shirt to reveal a large bleeding gash. "My, what happened here?" Your eyes widened.
"I tried to jump from a cliff of a building to reach the other side. I made it, but as I was pulling myself up, the piece of the cliff broke off and I fell and then I blacked out. I woke up in an attic."
"I'm so sorry that happened to you." You began to clean the blood from around the opened wound. "At least you're okay now." You gave him a comforting smile.
"So how did you end up in this place?" You asked as you were finishing up stitching him.
"I was going for an evening walk and I somehow found this place. So I got a bit too nosy and saw a lot of messed up things and almost got killed a couple of times by patients I presume. I honestly thought this place was dead for a long time. I didn't think that there would still be people." He turned his head towards you as you focused on stitching. "Y/N, did they hurt you these past two years?" The tone of his voice changed.
You stopped and looked into his eyes for a moment before resuming. "Nobody hurt me, love. The doctors here were nice to me and they helped me become a better person."
"Y/N I'm serious." He gently grabbed your arm. "If you want to leave, we can go. You can leave this place for good. You haven't seen the outside in a long time and you'll be much happier out there than in here. You can stay with me for as long as you like."
You glanced down where he touched you. Your eyes went to him. "But I'm happy here, Eddie. I'm happy where I live. I don't need to leave." You grabbed gauze to finish treating the wound.
"I was here long enough to see how messed up this place is and I really can't let you stay here where you can possibly get hurt or even killed. I'm really worried about you. Please let me take you out of this place. Let me take care of you, please." He pleaded. "I don't know what they did to you, but I promise leaving this place will be for the better good."
"You are willing to do that for me?" Your voice cracked from wanting to cry.
"Yes. I won't let anybody hurt you." He sat up from the table. His hands reached to cup the sides of your face. "I promise."
You could no longer hold in your emotions. Your arms wrapped around him and burst into tears. You buried your face into the crook of his neck. You felt his arms wrap around your trembling figure.
"Let's get out of here."