Episode 1

The routine had become my only companion. Work, home, work again. Without pauses, without breaths. But I loved it. Nursing was my vocation, although many times it left me without energy for anything else. My name is Melisa Thompson, I am 25 years old and five years ago I exchanged the tranquility of my parents' farm in California for the chaos of New York. Here, among the incandescent lights and the incessant bustle, I found my purpose.

That night, the exhaustion in my body could not take it anymore. It begged me to rest, and when I finished my shift at the hospital, it was a relief. But, to my bad luck, the rain was falling very hard, hitting the windshield of my old car. Although old, it was my loyal friend and companion on my journey from work to home. But just today, the sky seemed to be venting its own storm. I drove carefully, dodging puddles and just wishing to get home, wrap myself in a blanket and sleep. But fate had other plans for me.

Then I saw him.

An inert silhouette on the edge of the road, barely visible under the dim light of a street lamp. My heart stopped with fright for a moment. Was he drunk? A crash victim? Or something worse?

My survival instinct screamed at me to keep going, not to get into trouble. I attract problems like a magnet. But what if he was dead? What if they blamed me? However, that good side of my chicken heart and my beautiful conscience made me stop. Helping a living being, whatever it is, is a person. Besides, my profession had led me to swear to save lives, and that didn't let me move forward.

I squeezed the steering wheel, my breath catching with adrenaline. I cursed under my breath before braking hard.

I got out of the car, the cold rain made me tremble. It was very cold, it felt like ice water. I approached with quick but cautious steps, my flashlight trembling a little in my hand. When the light illuminated his face, I got a big surprise.

He was a young man, with a strong jaw and marked features, his skin pale under the rain. He seemed… unreal. As if he had come out of a movie or one of those hot strippers. "Oh, God, what a sinful mind," I said to myself. But, coming out of my fantasies, I saw something alarming: the wound on his forehead, from where the blood mixed with the water that ran down his skin.

"My God..." I murmured, quickly bending down beside him.

I placed two fingers on his neck, holding my breath until I felt it. His pulse was weak, but it was there. He was alive.

There was no time. I had to help him and be a good person. My first good deed of the day, although I help others every day...

With effort, I held him under the arms and dragged him to my car. "He weighed like a stone, what does this man eat?" I thought. It wasn't easy; his body was strong and heavy, and I barely had any strength after my shift. The rain continued to fall mercilessly, sticking my hair to my face and soaking my clothes to the bone.

When I finally managed to settle him in the passenger seat, my hands were trembling with cold. I had no idea who he was or what had happened to him, but I was clear that I had to help him.

I started the car and accelerated. Today, it seems it would not be my day off...

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