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She was laying against a cold brick wall, blood streaming steadily from her nose, when he saw her.
Her breathing was laboured, but that didn't stop the smirk or muttered "Why hello there, gorgeous," before she bent to the side, to avoid him, and coughed violently. There may have been more blood, but he wasn't sure.
"Is there anywhere that hurts too much for me to pick you up?" he asked. Well, he wasn't going to actually pick her up. He had just started on his testosterone perscription, there was no way he had enough muscle mass to carry even the thin frame before him.
She shook her head, long hair falling before her eyes, and he reached to lean her on his soulder when he realized:
"Do you know anyone closeby? My apartment's four blocks away."
Vaguely, she inclined her head in the direction of the street outside the alley. "Just across," she breathed out, starting to rise up with Ori as he lifted her. Her heels made her a few inches taller than Ori, but not so much that he couldn't help her along. "I was on my way... just across the road, when-" she cut herself off. She seemed to be struggling with the next words, and Ori quietly assured her that she didn't have to talk, she didn't have to worry, he would get her some help.
She interrupted his stream of comforting words with a small smile and a quick, "What's your name?"
"Ori," he said, barely checking for traffic along the residential road, in a rush to get her to safety.
"Will you stay with me, Ori?" She leaned against his shoulder, her weight almost comforting instead of confining.
"Only if you tell me yours," he replied. As he smiled at her, he couldn't help but wonder how someone so hurt could still look so bright and alive.
"Kíli."
"I'll stay with you as long as you need me, Kíli."
"Well then maybe I'll just never let you go."