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He isn't sure why he's on the ground. In fact, he doesn't remember falling. The concrete is rough against the side of his face and warm blood is oozing from his nose. Pain hits a few moments later and he groans and curls on his side, wrapping his arms around his gut and trying to see through the tears in his eyes. Blurry shapes greet him and he suddenly becomes aware of voices. Or maybe just one. The harder he strains his ears he can make out his own name being said over and over again. A hand is squeezing his shoulder way too tightly and after squinting for a few more moments he can make out a face. Julie's face.
“Thank God!” she says as he struggles to sit up. Her arms immediately embrace him and she holds his head against her chest. He can hear her heart beating wildly.
The memories started to flood back and soon enough he was able to figure out how he'd ended up lying face down in the rubble. It had something to do with a rather stocky man calling Julie a rather rude name, and he simply doesn't stand for that sort of thing. Although, he did recall being surprised by just how big the man had looked upon closer inspection. Not that it made any difference.
Because when a man takes a woman to dinner he is expected to protect her from harm and defend her honor and all of those other wonderful things he'd read about in books so many years ago. It was an expectation he had of himself and therefore the man's size and shape were irrelevant. Just as the fact that his nose was now profusely bleeding and his ribs ached with every inhale was irrelevant. Julie just kept hugging him tightly, the blood from his face smearing onto her sleeve as he tried to even his breathing and ride through the shock.
He would propose a week later. And she would most certainly accept.
Muse: Dr. James Wilson
Fandom: House MD
Words: 346
Prompt: (1.56-3) Who or what brings out your protective instincts?
“Thank God!” she says as he struggles to sit up. Her arms immediately embrace him and she holds his head against her chest. He can hear her heart beating wildly.
The memories started to flood back and soon enough he was able to figure out how he'd ended up lying face down in the rubble. It had something to do with a rather stocky man calling Julie a rather rude name, and he simply doesn't stand for that sort of thing. Although, he did recall being surprised by just how big the man had looked upon closer inspection. Not that it made any difference.
Because when a man takes a woman to dinner he is expected to protect her from harm and defend her honor and all of those other wonderful things he'd read about in books so many years ago. It was an expectation he had of himself and therefore the man's size and shape were irrelevant. Just as the fact that his nose was now profusely bleeding and his ribs ached with every inhale was irrelevant. Julie just kept hugging him tightly, the blood from his face smearing onto her sleeve as he tried to even his breathing and ride through the shock.
He would propose a week later. And she would most certainly accept.
Muse: Dr. James Wilson
Fandom: House MD
Words: 346
Prompt: (1.56-3) Who or what brings out your protective instincts?