medical shit
You tied the floss around the needle and went to work. Luckily, the bullet was small. It'd only be like two stitches. There was a lot of blood though, so it was necessary. You stabbed the needle through part of his leg. You heard him groan. You quickly pulled it back through, again and again. In about five minutes you were done. He grabbed the beer and drank the last drop. He must not get drunk easy, cause he seems perfectly sober. "All done," You say, as if it wasn't obvious. "I should probably leave now," He said in a low voice. You huff, "No way sir. You just got a bullet pulled out of your leg, and I'm sure you're aware it's not safe for you, in that condition!" You didn't mention that over the last 30 minutes, you'd grown slighty attached to the strange man. You sit down beside him and muttered, "You can't go, I mean, you're still hurt. Stay, alright?"He looked straight in your eyes and said, "If I'm not a bother.." You nodded, stood up, and went to the kitchen. "Do you like mac and cheese?" He almost smiled, "Never had it."
You quickly went to work, making the best mac and cheese in your whole damn life. This man hasn't lived. Poptarts. Mac and cheese. Was he living under a rock? While the water boiled you asked him,"Do you want to take a shower?" Just thinking about that made you blush, yet you continued,walking back to him."Well... with your leg, a bath? Wait will your arm break? Oh gosh." He let out a puff of air," It can get wet, but I...." Noticing he wasn't comfortable, you figured he thought of himself as a burden(You would, if in this situation). "Hm? You can say it. Its OK." You said, sitting beside him now. "... I prefer showers." Your cheeks burned red, yet again. "We can figure something out."
After 10 minutes of very intense thinking you had a plan. Even though, you obviously had considered helping him in the shower.... You weren't (that much of) a pervert! "I can run to the store and get one of those bath chairs. That way, it'd be a shower, but you won't have to use your leg!" He nodded, looking guilty. "Ah don't worry. I'll give you your macaroni, and I'll be back before you're done!" You went and mixed in the cheese, and turned off the stove. Putting the macaroni in a bowl and grabbing a fork, you made your way back to Mr. Never Had Any Good Food. You handed him his dinner and warily decided to ask, "Before I go, do you happen to have a name?" He though for a minute and said "James." You nodded, and grabbed a jacket. "Nice to meet you James. Im Y/N. I'll be back in 15."