She blushed deeply and smiled softly. *Good night then. Don't worry, I'll be just fine.* She turned and headed inside the building, waving goodbye again. As she got to her apartment she lied onto her couch with a small groan.

Lucas waved goodbye to her before turning around and then walking away. Since he didn't have any place to live, he merely slept wherever he wanted. He walked around the city for a while before leaning against the walls of a building and resting there as he let out a hiss of pain.

She eventually settled to sleep, her dreams being filled with music and an overall sense of happiness. The next morning, she called out of work, explaining that she got to a minor accident. After she hung up, she sighed as she lied in place, thinking about what to do.

When Lucas opened his eyes he saw a group of people swarmed around him and something in him snapped open, resulting in the screams of the others as many of them got punched or kicked a little too hard. He growled as he heard the click of a gun pointing at him and he kicked the gun out of the hand and then snapped the rm out of place before he sighed and walked away. He felt better after this but knew it would be a pain to have to explain himself later. He could already hear the complaints.

She eventually got changed and went for a light jog. She wasn't the type of person that sat around and wasted a day. Yet her injury made some things difficult, so she definitely tried to take it easy.

Lucas walked around for a bit before seeing a very familiar person walking around and walking up to them. He cleared his throat almost loudly. "Miss hero? What do you think you're doing?" He almost sneered. "You should be resting, remember?" He sighed. Then again, so should I but I'm not going to. He thought as he looked away for a split second.

*Jogging. You are not gonna keep me in a bed for long, otherwise I am gonna lose my mind.* She looked him up and down and said, *You definitely are not resting yourself.*

Lucas raised a brow as he looked at her and he walked around her for a minute. "Oh? You? Jogging?" He almost laughed from it. "Aren't you too hurt to do jogging?" He asked and then wrapped his arms around her to gently pick her up. "And I may not resting, but that shouldn't bother me or you."

She watched him carefully before she let out another squeak of surprise when he picked her up. *Its a light jog! It's not like I'm kickboxing, now put me down.*

"A light jog or not," Lucas snorted, "You should be resting." He said with a stern voice. "It's either I carry you like this, or you get on my back and I carry you around." He said with a slight hiss at the end. He didn't like her walking around with this pain. He didn't care about himself, strangely, but her? He wouldn't let that happen.