Hung Over and Who are You?

(Thread coming from here)

Luckily the man finally stumbled into a building. Emily followed, staying back a little so he wouldn’t notice her. She wasn’t very impressed with the place. It could use a cleaning. She hoped his apartment was in better shape. He stepped up to a door and pulled out a key. Oh how he struggled to find the lock, but he finally put it in. Good man. Step...step…fall. Emily was too slow to reach him before he hit the ground.

Emily dragged the unconscious man to his bed. To get to his wounds, she ripped the rest off his shirt off. There were no bullet holes, but feeling around she could tell something was broken. There was going to be some bruising. But by the look of his body, he already had a few. She wondered where it had all come from. Emily looked around for some ace bandages. After she found them, she lifted him up and wrapped the bandages around his torso. There wasn’t much else to do.

She looked at the alarm clock and saw it was 3am. What was she going to do while he slept? Emily looked around the room. There was going to be some cleaning done. The place was full of empty bottles and cans. Then a shower. Then she would make a real, southern breakfast for the marine. She wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to eat with his hangover and broken ribs, but it was the thought that counts.

The woman looked at the sleeping man. He was quite attractive for a closed off drunkard. She wondered what he was dreaming about, or if he would remember anything that happened that night. Emily hoped he wouldn’t. She wondered how she would explain her presence in his home when he awoke.

She cleaned the studio apartment as quietly as she could. Clothes covered the floor, dresser, and any other piece of furniture in the apartment. Emily wished she could smell. She had no idea if the clothes were clean or not. Well, anything unfolded was going to be considered unclean. She had seen a washer and dryer at the front of the building. Good thing she had many quarters. Then she bagged up the bottles and cans and threw them out. The sink had hair around it. The shower had gross things growing from the walls. She took care of that too.

Her next step was to go grocery shopping. She looked at the clock around and saw it was 7am. Oh how time flies when you’re cleaning a stranger’s apartment. She walked to a place nearby and grabbed food supplies. While she was at it, she grabbed some curtains, sponges, a toilet brush, and some bathroom supplies. Everyone needs a soft place to put their feet when they get out of the shower and sit on the toilet. She bought two matching towels and a hand towel.

When she got back to the apartment she put all the food in the fridge, put the curtains up, and placed the new items in the bathroom. It all matched a beautiful blue. She even found a candle at the store that smelled like rain. The man was going to love this, whatever his name was. She folded the rest of his clothes and cleaned herself up. She put out a clean shirt and pants next to his bed.

Breakfast time. How does grits, hash-browns, bacon, sausage, pancakes, eggs-over-easy, coffee and orange juice sound?