He nodded. "You're welcome." He replied. Hearing her stomach, he pulled the granola bar from his pocket and broke it in half. He handed one half to her, taking a bite from his own half. "Eat." He told her, mouth full. He didn't exactly have great manners, although in this day and age, not many did. He looked out the window for a moment, then back at her.
Delia shook her head, handing him back the other half of the granola bar, “I just ate a few hours ago, my stomach just likes to yell at me.” That was true, she had eaten a granola bar of her own only a few minutes before she fell through the floor. Plus, that was her was of saying thanks to him, she couldn’t just eat it.
Jay shrugged, and took the half a bar back. "Okay. If you say so." He replied, eating that too. He brushed the crumbs off his hands, and pulled out his coat from his backpack, to use as a pillow. He glanced over at her, and realized she was still using his hoodie to cover her legs, while her pants lay to the side. He sighed softly, and lay down, curled on his side.
After a few more minutes of silence, she pulled her backpack out form under her head again and tugged her blanket out. Throwing the warm and very used blanket over herself, she pulled his sweatshirt off of her legs and gently tossed it at him. It was difficult to get comfortable when she couldn’t move her leg but she soon figured something out. She put her pants under herself to give a layer of warmth against the floor and covered herself up to her neck with the blanket. There was no way she was going to fall asleep tonight, but she could at least give the impression she was.
Jay took his hoodie gratefully, pulling it on, then laying back down. "Good night." He said softly. He didn't sleep much, if at all, usually, no matter how tired he was. Instead, he would just lay still, or sometimes he would get up and pace around, looking out for any aliens or approaching people.
“Night,” She replied just as softly, rolling awkwardly onto her side while keeping her leg straight. Her eyes flicked closed and she let her mind wander as the last rays of sun faded. From her life before this all happened, to Jay and why in the world he decided to help her, to everything in between. Everything besides her parents and siblings.
Jay took a deep breath, gold eyes closed. He pulled off his hat, setting it in his backpack, which was tucked protectively under his coat, using it like a pillow. His white hair shimmered in the dark, as any light colored things do. It was the reason he didn't take that hat off often; because his hair was like a beacon, no matter the lighting, but especially in the dark.
The silence was nice but almost eerie at the same time, with a light breeze blowing though the hole in the ceiling and through the broken windows. It was nice knowing the Earth was still the same home she knew, even if it was infested with a new and terrible species now. Delia couldn’t help but open her eyes after a few moments and she barely held in a gasp. Jay’s hair was white, and it seemed to glow.
He was laying on his side, back to her, curled up in a ball. His knife lay by his head, and his gun was tucked in his backpack, easily accessible if he should need them. He hated sleeping in the open like this, but the dark wasn't a good time to move around. The aliens had much better eyesight in the dark than humans, and if they saw him, they would kill him.
“Wow,” She murmured, barely audible before closing her eyes again. At some point in the night she must have drifted to sleep, much to her disappointment, because when she woke up again the sun was rising and casting a warm glow into the room. She blinked a few times and yawned, looking around the room to see if Jay was still there.
Jay was still there, standing over by the windows to watch the sun rise. He still had his hat off, and his pale hair gleamed in the sun. Although in some spots there was dirt caught in the strands. His backpack was on his back, coat and hoodie both inside it. He was standing quietly, not wanting to wake her up.
She sat up with a sigh and yawned, “Mornin’.” Delia stretched her arms out and groaned, trying to figure out how she was going to get her pants back over her broken leg so she could be back on her way again.
Jay looked over at her. "Oh. Good morning." He greeted calmly. He pulled the hat on, only a few stray strands escaping from underneath it. He came over. "How are you feeling?"
“Like I just fell through the floor of a building and broke my leg.” As soon as she had answered she started to roll up her blanket, stuffing it into her bag before starting to shimmy her pants onto her legs the best she could. It hurt like crazy on the broken leg but she needed them back on, she wasn’t too fond on hobbling around on her crutches without any pants on. Her stomach growled again and again she ignored it, telling herself she’d find something to eat at lunchtime.
Jay nodded, averting his eyes away so she could have privacy as she pulled on her pants. "Well. That would be true." He replied. Hearing her stomach, he smiled slightly. "Hungry?" He asked.
After her pants were successfully back on, though they didn’t fit quite right over the cast and were pulled up above it, she moved to get her shoes on. “A little, but I’ll eat later in the day. Don’t want to take any of your valuable food,” She said, sticking her tongue out of the corner of her mouth on concentration as she tried to stick her shoe on her injured leg. It was quite a task, but eventually she got her other shoe on, abandoning the shoe for her injured leg and leaving it untied on her foot.
Jay laughed softly. "Wasn't gonna. There's a forest nearby that I've gone hunting in before. There's still ample game left." He said, looking to the door. "Plus, no offense, but you really shouldn't be moving around too much yet. Nor should you be hunting or anything like that." He cautioned her, still watching the door carefully.
“I’m fine,” She replied, dismissing him with a simple wave, “Plus, I gotta be on my way soon anyway, so I don’t think that whole not moving much thing is going to work. I’ll have to learn how to hunt with a broken leg one way or the other.” She scowled as she grabbed her crutches and tried to stand up, getting up into a half crouch with her broken leg still straight and trying to hoist herself into a standing position.
Jay walked over to her. "Need help getting up?" He asked. His eyes flashed to her, the gold color catching the sunlight for a moment. He looked back at the door again, frowning. "There's something wrong…" He muttered. He stalked to the door, hand going to his pistol. He stiffened, and came back. "We have to get out of here. It's one of the human gangs, sweeping through here. You don't want to know what they'd do to a lone girl like you. Especially one that can't run."
She nodded, happy to accept his help. She sighed when he walked away without doing anything and stood up herself, cursing internally when she realized her pack was still on the ground. Delia kicked it with her non injured leg and tried to hook one of the straps with her foot to get up to her hands. “I know what they’d to do a girl like me, I’m not going to turn down getting it of here at all. I just might need some help getting my bag onto my back.”
He came back, and helped her, eyes darting to the doorway. He lifted the bag up, putting it on her back. "They'd kill me, and…" He trailed off. "Do worse to you." He glanced at the doorway again. "I know two ways to get rid of them. Both aren't without their dangers."
“What are they?” She asked, knowing they didn’t have much time to talk before they had to get moving. With her on crutches it would take even longer for them to get where they needed to go if they just ran so the sooner they figured out what they were doing the better. Delia made her way to the door on her crutches and peered outside, not liking even thinking about what might happen to her if they were caught.
"One…if they thought we were just two dumb teenagers trying to cop a feel, they might just pass on by. The other option is for me to pretend to be from a rival gang, and have already staked out this territory. Because running is out of the question. I can't carry you and run, and you'd never make it walking." He said.
Delia went silent as she thought, weighing the risks in her mind and his safety overall. It wasn’t nice to accidentally get the person who just helped you killed. They usually weren’t too pleased with that. “I think the safer option is going to be the first one, even if it still is really quite dangerous. I don’t want to have to go save you if you’re bleeding out after getting shot, especially not with a leg like this.” She looked at him and then back out the door, not seeing anyone just yet as determination to survive this made her eyes seem to flash for a moment.
Jay nodded. "Come on. It'll be more believable if we're…er…somewhere more private." He said, holding her bag and striding towards the opposite door, further into the hotel. "Also…if I kiss you, it's so that that's all they see. I don't want this to turn into a fight, because I doubt I could win."
There was shouting outside as they walked.
She hobbled after him on her crutches as he walked, nodding and hoping this would work. The shouting only got louder as they made it to the back room and Delia stopped, waiting for Jay to tell her where she should go or what she should do.
Jay closed the door, setting their backpacks down. He looked around quickly. He seemed almost…nervous. "Come here." He beckoned. "Lean back against the wall, and look up at me. Pretend you're in love." His voice was brisk, and his eyes roved around the room, making it obvious that he was doing this to survive, not because he was trying to play with her or something like that.
“Like this?” She did as he said, bracing her crutches against the wall next to her and holding all her weight on her good leg. She looked up at him and gave the most real impression she could that she was in love with him. It wasn’t difficult, she just used her gratitude for him helping her and hoped it worked. The voices were definitely close now and she felt her heartbeat quicken as she got ready to essentially pull a fast one on the gang.
Jay cast a worried glance at the door, and put his hands on either side of her head, bending close to her. He put his mouth by her ear so he could speak quietly. "They'll look inside, and hopefully all they see is…well. What it looks like. If this fails…" He trailed off. "Well." He shook his head, slowly moving his head down her neck in a way that would look, to anyone watching, like he was simply kissing her. However, his mouth didn't actually come in contact with her skin.
The voices were right outside the door now.
She let her eyes flutter to make it seem just a little more believable, hearing the footsteps walk into the hotel as voices talking. They said something about someone being there and to continue searching the building and she bit her lip as the gang searched the building and footsteps stopped just inside the room where they were.
“Found two kids,” A gruff voice called, “Though they’re a little…preoccupied at the moment with each other, what should I do with them?”