Punk let out a surprised sound when Trick suddenly sat up, pushing him off of her. He had felt that she began sweating, but he figured that she had just gotten hot. He had tried just taking the blankets off of her to see if it would help. But looking at the look of pure terror on her face now, he could tell that the sweat was from fear. When she saw him and moved.quickly away, Punk's face held a look of anguish. He had finally let down his walls and now this girl was afraid of him. Why? Did she not remember anything last night? Had she gotten too drunk? Punk didn't know, but he felt a pang of pain in his chest from emotions, then the physical pain of his wound came and reared its ugly head. Punk's face drained of all color as he attempted to cope with the pain that suddenly racked his body.
"Hey, hey..." Punk's voice was still quiet and rough with sleep and a bit of pain. "Don't worry. You're safe. I'm not going to hurt you. Do... do you still remember me?" Punk looked pleadingly at the girl across the bed from him, and he yearned to have her back in his arms. But he knew that after nightmares that bad, sometimes people didn't want to be touched. He could understand that much at least. He wanted to know what exactly could have scared this girl that badly. She had been so strong before, and now she was terrified. He knew that anything that she could be afraid of, he should fear as well. But he wasn't about to ask her to recount the tale, not while she was still so upset.
Punk sighed and climbed out of the bed. He had to get somewhat cleaned up so that he could go and get her more aloe vera and bandages. He remembered that she needed it. And while he was out, he would have to get some pain killers too. His chest felt like it was on fire. He went to the living room where he had left his pants last night. They were still blood spattered and had other not-so-appealing bodily fluids on them, but they were better than going out in boxers. So, he slid the pants on. Maybe he'd run by his place and sell some of his many drugs he had stashed there for some cash. He didn't have any on him, after he had secretly given Trick all of his money and the ring. He wondered in the back of his mind if she would ever even find it. He hoped that she would. It was the least that he could do for her after everything he had done.
"I should probably go get you that aloe vera now." He called to her, then waited to see if there were any objections to him going now. He doubted it, but who knew? People could surprise you.