"Don't call the ambulance!" He shouts while trying to grab my phone.

"You are badly injured, you might bleed to death" I say while trying to stop the bleeding.

"You can't call the ambulance, please" he whispers while slowly closing his eyes. I really don't understand why someone who is on the verge of dying doesn't want medical assistance. I take off my shirt and tie it tightly around his wound. I'm left with my vest feeling the cold night's breeze seeping into my pores straight to my bones.

I can't dwell on how cold I feel when I have a dying man next to me. If he dies it would be his fault for stopping me from calling the ambulance but guilt would still choke me if I let him die. I'm not a doctor or a nurse but I'll try my best to assist him and keep him alive.

I drag him to my car and put him in the back seat. What a great exercise that was. I barely exercise so dragging a man by myself (an unconscious one at that) was a strenuous exercise. In situations like this (not that I've ever been in a situation like this before) you find strength in yourself that you never knew existed.

I drive to my apartment and repeat the strenuous exercise of having to drag the mountain of a man with me. After what seems like eternity, we finally reach my apartment. He's been falling in and out of consciousness. He keeps murmuring and I know he's still alive. If this man dies in my apartment I'm going to be in serious trouble.

I say a silent prayer and hope for a miracle. He's lying on the couch and I scurry away to find an emergency medical kit. I'm covered in his blood as I clean up his wound, he's been stabbed.

I give him some painkillers and hope for the best. Well, I'm not a doctor so I did my best with my basic knowledge of medical assistance. While he sleeps, I go to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine. Every sip calms my nerves and brings me back to myself.

I can't believe this. I took an injured man from an alley and dragged him to my apartment. What was I thinking? I should have ignored his plea of not wanting to call the ambulance and continued to call it anyway. I should have completely ignored him and continued with my walk or maybe I shouldn't have taken a walk at night.

I stop lamenting on the what ifs and go to the bathroom to take a shower. The water is hot and soothing, washing away the nights strenuous questionable activities.

When I'm done I change into my pyjamas and throw a blanket on the strange man sleeping on my couch. I keep checking his pulse just to make sure that he's still alive.

I wake up to some sounds being made in the kitchen. I get out of bed and tip toe to the kitchen. The unconscious man is now conscious and hungry. He's making a sandwich. He's shirtless with his hair ruffled and the bandage on his wound looks like it needs to be changed.

"You woke up" he says and he looks up. I look at him and walk to the kitchen island and look at his sandwich. "You want some?" He asks as he slides the sandwich to me. I pick it up and take my first bite, it tastes better than it looks. I'm famished, I slept without eating last night, last night's events took away my appetite so I didn't think of making myself something to eat.

"Thank you" he says while watching me gobble the sandwich. "You're welcome, although I still think you need professional medical assistance" I say while taking my last bite of the sandwich. He keeps quiet. "The bandage needs to be changed" I say while making my way to the emergency medical kit. He sits on the couch and I help him take off the bandage.

"I still don't know my savior's name" he says while looking at me. I laugh and say "My name is Andrea". I clean his wound and bandage it again. "Can I use your phone? I need to make a call" he asks, "yes, you can" I say while walking to my bedroom to take the phone.

I give him my phone and walk back to my bedroom to give him some privacy. I take off my pyjamas and put on a t-shirt and some sweatpants. I look for something to lend the half naked man. I find my ex boyfriend's clothes and decide they are decent enough for him to wear.

His clothes are stained with blood so he can't go out like that. I walk back to the lounge to give him the clothes. "You can take a shower first and change into these clothes, I don't know if they'll fit but I have nothing else for you to wear". He looks like he just survived the apocalypse, he really needs to freshen up.

"I'll be leaving in 5 minutes, I'll just get dressed without showering, I'll freshen up at home" he says while taking the clothes.

I leave him to get dressed. After a few minutes I hear him calling my name. I run to him, "what's wrong? Are you in pain?" I asked while panicking. "No, I'm fine. Thank you, I'm leaving now". I look at him and scan his body, the clothes are a bit tight on him and he looks a bit uncomfortable in them.

"My driver is waiting for me outside, thank you once again" he says. "You're welcome" I say with a smile. He opens the door and before he closes it he says "My name is Alexander by the way" he smiles and leaves.

That was my first time seeing him smile. We did not spend a lot of time together and the situation was not a merry one, but I realized that he's not someone who smiles a lot. For someone who barely smiled when he finally smiled his smile was a beautiful and disarming one.

It's been 3 days since I last saw Alexander and I don't know if I'll see him again. Well, I was not hoping that we will be friends or anything like that but I was expecting civility, I would like to know how he's doing.

I stopped the evening walks, I don't want to find myself in that type of situation again. My days are back to being normal. I go to school, my part time job at the cafe and the apartment. A very boring routine.

I would have loved it if my life had remained boring but we don't always get what we wish for. I started realizing that someone was following me. He follows me everywhere, to the campus, the cafe, the apartment and everywhere else. At first I thought I was being anxious about nothing but after a few days I was sure that I was really being followed.

The man is tall, muscular and always wears black. I'm wondering if he's just a random stalker or he's targeting me for something else. What if it has something to do with Alexander? I didn't want to dwell on it but I could tell that he is not a regular law abiding citizen.

His tattoos looked gang related. I wasn't going to focus on the fact that I could have taken a gang member to my home. When did I start being so reckless? I'm usually more careful.

I tell by best friend, Lana about it. If something happens to me at least there will be someone who knows something. We are at her place having a girl's night in. Spilling tea and catching up. Adulting is hard so we barely spend time together.

Well, unlike me Lana is actually lucky in love. She has been with her boyfriend since high school and they are still happily in love. I'm on my third break up and I hope that lady luck and cupid will also favor me.

We do skincare, order in and drink wine while talking. For a while I forget about my stalker and relax. We drink wine until we black out. It's Friday so we can get as drunk as we want because we have nothing to do tomorrow.

"Wake up" a deep voice wakes me from my sleep. I feel something cold on face, I struggle waking up with my eyes heavy from yesterday's wine marathon. I feel like I'm dreaming and the voice gets clearer and louder, "I said wake up stop wasting my time".

I open my eyes and my heart starts beating fast. I see someone standing next to the bed. I quickly scan the room and I see Lana tied up in the corner. I try to fight but it's in vain, I also end up tied up. When I look at the man I see that he's the one who's been following me.

He picks me up and puts me over his shoulder and leaves Lana in the apartment. I keep trying to move but his grasp is tight and I just tire myself and pass out.