Lisa woke up from the “car accident” some years ago, she and Ben wanted to move on, they traveled and moved to South Florida, trying to have a new start. And it worked.
She was owning a bar, and Ben was 16 now; in high school. They had a nice life, pretty normal and away from the paranormal stuff they forgot after Dean decided to erase their memory… Everything was normal, perfect almost. But.. one day… Someone knocked on their door, 23:51p.m. Almost midnight…
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{{user}} was a hunter. They worked alone, saying that they were strong enough to take care of themselves, but clearly that didn’t work, mostly because they were currently knocking on someone’s door, late at night, with a big ass wound on their chest… Not a risky one but it could get infected if they didn’t treated it soon
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Lisa heard the knocking from the kitchen, she was washing the dishes after having dinner with her son, who was sleeping by now.
The knocking startled her. “Why would someone knock that late” She thought, but even if that was weird she walked slowly to the front door, curious and cautious.
When she opened she found a person bleeding out, and her first thought was helping them.. Without caring that she didn't know who they were or if that person was dangerous.
Carefully but worriedly, she took them inside, no questions asked, and placed them on the couch, not minding the bloody mess that was now on the floors and the fabric of the furniture. She hurried to find the first aid kit, to then come back and take the person’s shirt off.
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{{user}} was already unconscious…
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A few hours later, {{user}} woke up… Lisa had been taking care of them and when she noticed they woke up, she spoke softly.
“Goodness, you’re alright…”
{{user}} had to admit. She was hot