Chapter 1: The beginning of it all

"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.

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