"I...I'll be honest. I can't give details...but someone I work for wanted you dead. For some reason I was convinced doing it would actually be right for everyone..." as these words left his lips, his face showed pure and utter disgust. Disgust at himself for thinking this. For doing it. "I was wrong. By far the stupidest thing I'd ever done. I'm beyond forgiveness now. My mind is just so clouded...I don't even..." he let his voice trail off, unable to even form fathomable thoughts anymore. "I'm the only source of my problems. It's all me...all I seem to be doing is making your life that much worse..."

He blinked, suddenly focusing on something else she said. "Wait. What do you mean...not memories? I'm confused."

His answer didn't quite make sense, but that could be the headache, or the blood loss, or a number of things. Thinking was sort of getting beyond her grasp at the moment. She modded though, moving so she could sink against the wall of the building nearby, something that was painful to do but better than sitting where she was. The dizziness settled slightly. She gave a rueful smile at Ty, shut her eyes and leaned her head back. It would be peaceful to die like this...maybe she could just fall asleep, no worries... that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, right?

"My life can't get much worse, Ty. You always seemed to think you were a problem, but I've been the only problem. I'm a bully, and I'm a brat, and there are probably reasons someone wants me dead..." She was pulled out of her self-pity for a moment by his question, and her face flushed slightly.

"No memories...like a date that never happened last new years..." She said, starting to shrug her shoulders then flinching in pain. She just sank back against the wall instead. It was getting hard to talk. The puddle of red making it's way to the alley way floor was growing.

"Maybe you are," Ty said softly. "Maybe you are a bully, and a brat, and a number of other things. But the truth is I never wanted you dead. I don't know what possessed me to pull the trigger, but I was kinda hoping I'd never find you, or I'd take long enough finding you that I'd have a loophole or something figured out...though I doubt this really means anything coming from the guy who shot you, huh..?"

He stopped as she sank against the wall, and he quickly tore his shirt into a workable strip to wrap around her arm, and went to work. Once it was secure, he held his hand out again. "Those were the thoughts I had after I shot you...somehow...I seem to have...transferred them. But I'll figure that out later. First, we have to get you seen about. I know I'm probably the last person on earth you want taking care of you right now...but just this once, you'll have to be in my care for a little while." His eyes were apologetic as he moved to help her up and support her weight.

Tses was quiet, finding his words hard to believe at this point. But deep down, she couldn't help but feel hope. He didn't want her dead, like everyone else. He did still care. The memories kept sifting through her head, meaning more than the words he was saying right then.

>>"Though I doubt this really means anything coming from the guy who shot you, huh..?"

"No, but it means something coming from someone I still considered a friend..." Probably still considered... But that would take a little time to sort out.

As he helped her up and tried to sort out somewhere she could get taken care of, she stumbled and struggled to hold her weight, her ankle screaming with pain. She wasn't sure how far she could hobble, but their options were limited.... no sanctuary, no mansion, no hospital.... That left one place she knew of. "There's a doctor clinic....when I got amnesia, forte dropped me off there. It's not too far from her..." She gave him dizzy directions, halfway leaning on his weight, but gradually sinking against him, struggling to move.

"With friends like me, who has need for enemies?" he muttered under his breath as he took most of her weight upon himself. He nodded at her directions. As they walked, he could feel her slipping away, putting more of her weight onto him as she lost strength.

"Hold on. And hate me for this later," he said, carefully picking up so he was carrying her. He spent the rest of the trip in silence, partly unsure of what to say, and partly plotting what his next move would be from there.

....****! He forgot about the 'escort' Roach had sent with him! The little bug saw everything. If she got back to Roach, then his hide was as good as cooked for sure. Jeniffer, he'd figure out what to do with later.

But for now, the Clinic was in site. Walking inside, Ty set Tses down, explained the situation, nixing the fact that he shot her, filling out the necessary paperwork, and then waited.

Tses, luckily, fell unconscious somewhere before they actually reached the doctor's office. The doctor, thankfully, recognized her from the amnesia incident, and made sure the nurses had her strapped down before he went to work this time. Her shoulder was a mess, and there was little he could really do to 'fix' the damage the bullet had done as far as the bones went. But he did his best to patch up the damage and at least stop the blood loss. The ankle was a little easier to deal with. After considering Tses' behavior he opted out of giving her a cast and instead tightly wrapped the leg with a form of splint. Once the work was done he addressed Ty outside the room, glancing back at the slumped figure.

"I can't do much to mend the bones. If you're around and can, keep her from doing much until at least that shoulder starts healing, otherwise she could really mess up function in her arm... Although, considering her behavior last time she was in here...you may have your hands full." Tses started stirring and he gave Ty another glance.

"Although if she wakes up here...you may still have your hands full..." The doctor said, and quietly left the room, taking his paperwork with him.

"I plan on taking care of her as much as she'll let me," Ty replied after the doctor finished explaining her situation. "Yeah, I know. Luckily I'm one of the few she's actually let take care of her before. Just hoping she'll let me do it one more time." He let out a somewhat sad sigh, he turned it into a chuckle as she began to stir. "Heh, she's always a handful. Thanks doc."

When he left, Ty picked up the stirring Tses and walked out, down the street as he plotted his next steps. They needed someplace to stay. Sanctuary wasn't the best option for obvious reasons. But they needed someplace well furnished so that he could properly take care of her, which also ruled out apartments.

So long story short, when the young lady woke up, she'd find herself in a hotel room. Nothing super fancy and expensive, but not one of those cheap hooker-and-drug-motels either; a nice middle ground. He lay Tses on the bed, while he plopped on the couch of the mid-sized room, watching something on TV.

Asleep, Tses' mind was flooded with memories that were stitched together in rough disorder, a manner that felt more like a dream than anything else. Dates, breakup, from two different perspectives. Fights, makeing up... Then those fuzzy images that just felt like dreams in black in white that couldn't come true. For a moment, she thought she heard voices as she almost woke up at the doctor's office. But then she sank back into the memories, the questions the dreams...

Tses moved, jolting her injured shoulder enough it toppled her mind into consciousness with the sharp shot of pain, and she flinched before opening her eyes, trying to make sense of her surroundings. It was nowhere she recognized, but it wasn't on the streets and it wasn't in the cold. A glance sideways brought the images of Ty to her eyes, and a frown lingered on her lips. Her mind was torn between the emotions she was feeling. Hope, anger, rejection, confusion. Why would he shoot her?

Why would he save her felt like the stronger question though.

She tried to roll the other way, forgetting her injured shoulder and yelped the slightly as the busted mess hit the bed. How on earth did something so soft and fluffy still cause so much pain....She wiggled back to her stomach and buried her face in the pillow instead.

Ty's eyes were never focused on the TV. The icy, blue-hazel orbs always drifted back to the figure on the bed. He wished he could explain himself; tell her everything. But he couldn't. That would be dangerous for both of them. Now, he was questioning every decision he ever made--almost. The only thing he didn't question was dating her. Dumping her, yes. But being with her was something he never regretted, even if he thought so once.

He forced himself to a seated position, having ditched his jacket and shredded tee shirt so that all he had on was a black muscle-shirt that the pink hummingbird and skeletal fish barely peeked over the top of.

When she awoke, he frowned at her actions. "Can I get ya anything?" he asked, somewhat awkwardly.

There were a few choice curse words into the pillow, then Tses turned her head slightly to look at Ty. It was hard to sort through her emotions when she could barely lift her head... It was also impossible to throw him out when she knew there was no way she could do much on her own right now. Forgiving him, that could still wait a little bit. But she set her forehead back down in the meantime and breathed into the pillow.

"Paid meds...did he give you any?" She asked hopefully. Being drugged up and disoriented seemed like a very nice place to be right now.

Pain meds. Of course.Pushing himself up, he walked over to the table he threw his coat on, then grabbed a small bottle out of the pocket. Then, he got a small styrofoam cup from the counter, and filled it with water from the bathroom sink. Knowing she had one good arm, he walked over with the water in one hand and a small white pill in the other. "Say ah," he jokingly instructed, handing her the water and popping the pill in her mouth.

Flopping back on the couch, he let out a sigh, trying to focus on the TV.

Tses felt like she was surrendering at least a fair chunk of her dignity as she let Ty give her the medicine, but after the sloppy way she handled the cup and nearly spilled the whole thing, she decided dignity was already out the window. Finishing off the water she sank back against the pillows, but didn't fall back asleep.

Her mind was still buzzing with too many questions underneath the headache that was still there.

"So....since when did you start sharing memories with people?" It seemed like the safer question. Starting straight with 'since when did you start shooting people?' seemed a little loaded...

Light flickered momentarily across her arms but she didn't catch it.

Ty chuckled at her question, flicking the TV off so they could talk. Maybe. He hoped. Talking seemed like a good idea, as long as he didn't give away too much classified information, that is.

"You were the first. I had no idea I could even do that, or how I even did it to begin with. I'll have to dig into it later; still a little queasy from the first time. What made you turn all...green...lighty like that?" he asked.

A question for a question....seemed fair. Tses shifted so she was on her good shoulder and not mumbling into the pillow. She was tempted to roll back onto her back but that would involve more cursing and pain that she wanted to try right now. The light on her arm flickered and she glanced at it slightly, frowning as she considered it. "I don't know. I've only ever blown things up before.... but lately, that hasn't gone so well. The light sort of started getting out of control, sort of turning on when I was upset. I guess it's like when a cat puffs itself up to look bigger..." The light flared then settled, sinking back into her skin.

"But I just...I guess I was just feeling defensive...." Well, that was an understatement. She looked at him, then back at the pillow. Defensive....hurt...there was a lot of emotions she was feeling.

Ty nodded. "I guess the situation brought something new out of both of us. Could prove useful if we learn to harness these new aspects of our powers. I just hate it happened this way. What was I thinking...oh right. I wasn't." He sighed, falling silent. He couldn't apologize anymore; he'd said all he could. All he could do now was hope to gain forgiveness.

Walking back over, he picked up his jacket and shook it out. Nothing. Jeniffer was gone, probably back to Roach at some point when he wasn't paying attention. He cussed under his breath, flopping back on the couch.