I stepped out of the apartment after he fell back asleep, the smell of rain still fresh in the air. He had finished another 3 bowls of porridge, he must have been very very hungry. There was a convenience store nearby, perhaps a 20 minute walk. So I thought I'd grab him something to change into, he couldn't possibly walk around in a blanket all day. Convenience stores carry everything these days, from magazines to basic clothing. Surely enough, I found a pack of plain white t-shirts, pajama pants which had to do and some underwear.

At the cashier, the young female worker gave me a questioning look as she scanned the mens clothing. I blushed, right, I thought, a young woman buying a set of mens clothing at dawn.. I must have looked so peculiar. I opened my mouth trying to think of an excuse, but no, I ended up adding some healing ointment and extra bandages instead. Really, what's the point of explaining myself. 
 

I arrived back home in less then an hour, yawning as I opened the apartment door. I looked at the couch, again, afraid that he might have disappeared, but he was there. Sleeping soundly, his breathing now steady. I started unpacking the things I had bought, when I remembered his disappearing blood. Again, I looked at the stain free floor. Where did his blood go? Is that even the right question.. Again, I wondered about this young man I had brought into my home. 

Is he a good guy or a bad guy? Is it safe for me to be nursing him back to health? A young woman, taking in a stranger, let alone a dying man..okay, not dying, a mysteriously injured man. If anyone had been watching, I'm sure they'd have told me that I was being a fool, and how dangerous it was. I placed a set of the now folded t-shirt, pair of pajama pants and underwear in the washroom. The second set and extra underwear went into an empty drawer in my room. I don't feel any hostility from him, in fact his presence is rather comforting.
 

By late morning he was still fast asleep. I was glad that I was off work for the next 2 weeks, or else I'd have had to make an excuse to skip work. I couldn't possibly leave him to recuperate on his own. I still need to get some answers from him. As I tidied up the apartment and started on lunch, I couldn't help but look over him every now and then. His pale complexion had gone from having a grey undertone to a much healthier pink gloss. He was recovering from his feve