Six hours of nonstop cleaning and opening all the windows and the back door leading into the backyard so that the fumes and potent smell of cleaning formula. I rarely sleep. I take a shower and change clothes because I'm nasty. A cold shower refreshes me and I change into completely different clothing, white sweatpants with pink bunnies all over them, a pink T-shirt with white bunnies, pastel yellow workout bra underneath said T-shirt can be slightly visible if the neck hole were to move, yellow arm warmers on both my arms and solid white knee socks and pink bunny slippers. My hair was thoroughly washed because of the mission and the lifesaving I pulled.

I make myself a cup of coffee and a tray filled with croissants, it's spinach and cheese croissants with garlic butter. I always made my croissants extra buttery, fluffy and flaky. I look at the male. Really looked at him. He's 6'3, slender but the man has muscle on him, long lashes as he's unconscious, his hair is pitch black and is incredibly long, like passed his feet long. The monstrous amount of hair, luckily is tied into a ponytail braid, his skin is a beautiful fair and ivory white skin, he has a round/slightly oval face shape, his bangs are full and long, it's A symmetrical side swiped bangs too. He's a very handsome individual. I continue to eat my breakfast and sip on my coffee as I look at the male.

I walk back into the kitchen to make more food and coffee. I had eaten all of the croissants, the house is dead quiet and the only sounds is that of the kitchen, I'm making more filled croissants. Different kinds this time. From sweet to savory. With different kinds of butter brushed upon this time. I'm at least making room in the fridge and it doesn't help that I make the croissants different sizes as well. From normal size to that of a double decker sandwich,  sometimes a foot long sub. I also make more coffee. I don't use the coffee pods like most people, I use an actual coffee maker with a jar of coffee beans, a grinder (which I use for more than just the coffee beans) or a jar of instant coffee.
My kitchen has micro greens upon ledges and the center of counters, I have my windows open and all the plants that are within my home are getting an extra dose of sunlight this time around as my kitchen, living room and dining room are the brightest in my home. The windows are open and thus extra air circulation. And getting the smell of cleaning formula out faster.

I set the timer for the croissants and the coffee is gonna take a bit longer as I wanted an extra dose of caffeine. I am about to get the coffee when I hear groaning from the living room. I run to him and grabbing the pill bottle that is meant to help him with all the shit that he's going through, I grab an orb of bright orange, to which I cracked in half with one hand and placed the pill in the center and snapped it close and the pill evaporated, becoming a glittering bright orange and I'm at his side as I see him tossing and turning in absolutely agony, I had him sitting up; he's writhing and hisses in pain as I have him sitting up, take hold of him and forcibly opened his mouth by pressing at pressure points located on either side of his jaw directly underneath it actually, his eyes are still closed (not that I blame him, pain is something not to take lightly), I placed the orb into his mouth, he has sharp canines, really sharp...they almost look exactly like fangs. Is he a hybrid? I thought. As all hybrids have some sort of dragon like quality. But the most common is the really sharp canines. For me it's my eyes and my teeth. I pulled both my hands away from him at the same time as his mouth snapped shut like a steel trap. The orb bursts and the liquid quickly fills his mouth and he's swallowing the liquid in rapid succession as if it's in a large glass. It's medical orange juice. There're multiple kinds of juice orbs that are meant for medicinal use.
"There now. That's a good lad." I said patting his shoulder as he continues swallowing the nigh never ending medicine liquid. I snap my fingers, the med kit is still open and an oval orb of the bright orange hue flew into my hands and had turned from a oval orb to a bottle, a liter bottle of orange juice. I cracked it open forced it into his mouth as he swallows the last of the medicine, "drink this." I order and eyes still close moves his hands (which are big enough to cover the entire side of my face if he were to touch my face) to both sides of the bottle and is downing it like a champ, even though I had practically forced the bottle into his mouth. He takes a break from draining the bottle like a vampire and placed the bottle in his lap, both hands still on it and he slowly opens his eyes as he takes a deep breath, his eyes are that of the aquamarine gemstone. His eyes are beautiful. Fuck he's gorgeous, I thought as I look at him, "would you like some breakfast?" I ask as I stand up to him, he looks to me and nods slowly, "great. Hope you like croissants and coffee." I say as I go back to the kitchen and get the now done croissants and place the trays onto the racks and the stove to cool off and turned off the timer, I got a big mug (it's black with a white skeletal moth on it while my own cup is white with a black butterfly with pastel pink cracked hearts on the wings on it) and filled it to the brim with fresh coffee. I set it aside with my own now refilled mug and grabbed a pair of kitchen tongs and a plate, I proceed to stack said plate with half of the croissants. I then grabbed his black mug, still balancing the piled plate on one hand and walked back to the man laying on the couch, I see the bottle disintegrating as he downs the last of the orange juice.
I gave him the plate of different kinds of croissants onto his lap and he happily takes the coffee mug from my hands. "Thank you." he says, his voice hoarse and deep...holy shit. Just how long was he there in that alleyway? I just smile at him and went back to the kitchen and gathered my second plate and cup of coffee, "where am I?" he asks as I sit down and eat the croissants and drink my coffee, I look to him from my dining room table, "my home." I answer, "your clothes are going through disinfection, repair and cleaning." I state calmly, "shoes are included." I say and I point to the metallic orb that faintly pulses an electric turquoise as all of his clothes and his shoes are being mended and cleaned. He nods and he proceeds to devour the croissants and sips on the coffee. His eyes pop when he takes a sip of the coffee and downs it as if it were water, "calm down. There's more coffee where that came from." I say smiling as I got the pot and refilled his mug, "thank you." he says again. I just smile and slightly giggle.

The male's recovery was slow but eventful.

I learned that his name was Kilo. And he's the best roommate to ever exist.

First thing I learn about him? He can't work a toaster.

Like seriously. He set the toaster on fire trying to work it.

Events That Have Happened

1) Waking up to the smell of smoke and I ran through the black smoke to the source, the kitchen. I then see Kilo my new roommate practically panicking as he had set the kitchen ablaze. He had opened the windows and I see what was set on fire...it's the toaster. I got the fire extinguisher and dose the now ruined toaster with the foam and saved my house from being burnt to the ground. I laugh hysterically at his panicked face. RIP Sir Toasting Bunny, you served so well. He promises to give me a new toaster.

2) He turned my dishwasher into a bomb and practically exploded when turned on. He just wants to help. He really does. He told me that just because he's weakened, he doesn't want to be a burden upon me and to pull his own weight.
I decided to teach him how to work all the appliances within my home so that he doesn't destroy anything else or turns my home into an explosives testing site and a crater where my house would be located.

3) He nearly broke the microwave.

4) When I turned on the TV when he asked what it was, he nearly shattered the thing as it startled him. A horror movie had been showing when I turned it on. Can't work a remote for the life of him and when he accidentally turned on the TV onto an obnoxiously loud music video and he acted like he set off a grenade and jumped behind the couch.
I had it all on video. After the dishwasher incident, I just installed a camera just so that I can catch his shenanigans on video for both blackmail and insurance purposes. Always have proof for something completely outlandish. Someone that doesn't know how to work modern day appliances or anything involving tech and isn't 100yrs old? Yeah...have proof.
I also moved him to one of the guest rooms downstairs immediately after that.

5) He's banned from the kitchen unsupervised. If he wants something from the kitchen, he has to come and get me. He nearly turned my kitchen and connected dining room into an ice cave when he was trying to get a glass of water and trying to work the water dispenser at the very front of the fridge and freezer combination with a drawer directly under it. It's a custom made fridge and freezer.

6) I caught him reading instruction manuals and reading any one of many 'for dummies' books. I didn't even shame him for it. Hell all of my instruction books that has it's own bookcase. Like most of my books. Main Example: JoJo's Bizarre Advantage.

7) He's a god of weaving, sewing, crochet and knitting. As long as it's done the old fashion way or with his own two hands, he even knows how to make fucking fabric! It doesn't help that I make my own clothes ninety percent of the time. I also have my own sewing room. Which Nina sends me mountains worth of material like clockwork. Caesar helps her. He spends at least three hours in there, looking at the mannequins that are incredibly strange to him as it's a glowing white with brown opal lining, I had to tell him that these mannequins are the Duplicate Mannequins, place your hand upon the back, a drop of blood or a lock of hair upon them and the mannequins will morph to your exact measurements, a duplicate of you down to the smallest detail in mannequin form...He goes to town on the one that has my measurements as it will show who is who.
I have ones of my friends and colleges as well which they were more than happy to give.

8) He's incredibly scary good with money. Like a thousand times worse than any gold dragon when it comes to wealth. He became my financial handler/handler (self appointed and I can't exactly stop him as I've been looking for a new one as my previous one had died). I have made a grave mistake letting him into the finance room or giving in to his puppy eyes when he saw the bills in my hands. Oh well. Live and learn.

9) I became better at maintenance since he came to live with me as he's recovering.

10) He's an absolute mother hen. Don't ask. Just don't ask.

Oh Right! I forgot another one.

11) He's a caffeine addict and coffee fiend.

ALL of this happened over the course of a few months. Three months and two weeks to be exact.