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throw my arm up to
hail a cab, I heard a painful moan come from behind me. Slowly turning around, I heard it again. The alley was dim enough that I couldn’t see
anything and no street lights reached the far corners. Again, I heard it again. I didn’t want to go down there, but my moral
compass wouldn’t let me leave either. What if someone was really hurt? Easing my way down the alley, every horror movie I had ever seen popped
in to my mind. It was like watching
myself on TV and screaming, Are you
stupid? Don’t go down there! But here I was slowly walking down the alley
just waiting for someone to jump out at me.
Hearing the moan a little louder this time, I picked up my speed. Someone was definitely hurt. A little farther down, I saw him lying in his
own blood. His short dark hair was matted
with blood, his face so swollen he could barely get his eyes open, his lip was
split, and that was just the obvious injuries. His khaki pants had dirt and blood splatters along with his dark button
up shirt. “Oh God!” I rushed over to him. “Can you hear me? Please God hear me!” I said as I stroked his forehead, uncaring
about getting his blood on me.
“Help me.” Did I hear him say
something? He mumbled but I think he was
trying to talk to me. “Help me.” Yep, I definitely
heard that. I needed to get him out of
here. What if whoever did this came
back?” That thought gave me strength
that I didn’t have.
“I know you’re hurt, but you have to help me. You’re a big man.” He certainly was. He would stand at about six-feet-two and I
hadn’t missed all those muscles as I tried to help him. He obviously worked out... a lot. Leaning down to help him sit up, I put his
arm over my shoulder while mine went under his arm. “You have to help me. I can’t lift you by
myself.” Somehow, he made it to his
feet. I was breathing as hard as he
was. Slowly shuffling forward, we made
our way out of the alley, and I hailed a cab. The cab driver was hesitant to let us in, but after some begging, he
nodded.
“Where to?” He asked suspiciously.
“Can you take us to the nearest clinic?” I didn’t know anything about healthcare here, but I knew hospitals were
expensive and he may not be able to afford an ER bill.
“Sure thing lady.” As he drove
us, I kept rubbing his forehead as he slumped in the back seat, telling him he
would be okay. I didn’t know him, didn’t
even know his name, but I felt drawn to him, compelled to help him. Strange. Ten minutes later, the cabbie pulled up in front of a door that read ‘24
hour clinic.’ Perfect.
After paying the cabbie, I opened the door and helped my mystery man out
of the car. Walking through the entrance,
someone came rushing toward me. She
grabbed a wheelchair, and he fell in to it. “What happened?” The nurse asked
as she hurriedly rolled him down the hall.
“I don’t know, I found him like this.” She nodded as she rushed him in to a room. Helping him on to a stretcher, I stroked his
forehead as she left to get the doctor. “Please be okay.” I whispered as
I stroked his bruised and battered face.
The doctor came busting in with an urgency I hadn’t seen in a long
time. I stood back but still kept
contact with him. I knew firsthand what
it felt like to need comfort but not have anyone around to give it. Austin would have been there for me, but I
actually tried to hide things from him. “His heart and lungs sound good, but we need an x-ray to check for
broken bones” The nurse unlocked the brake on the stretcher and started
wheeling him out with me by his side.
“Excuse me miss, but I need you to fill out some paperwork.” A receptionist led me down another hallway to
her desk.
“I
hail a cab, I heard a painful moan come from behind me. Slowly turning around, I heard it again. The alley was dim enough that I couldn’t see
anything and no street lights reached the far corners. Again, I heard it again. I didn’t want to go down there, but my moral
compass wouldn’t let me leave either. What if someone was really hurt? Easing my way down the alley, every horror movie I had ever seen popped
in to my mind. It was like watching
myself on TV and screaming, Are you
stupid? Don’t go down there! But here I was slowly walking down the alley
just waiting for someone to jump out at me.
Hearing the moan a little louder this time, I picked up my speed. Someone was definitely hurt. A little farther down, I saw him lying in his
own blood. His short dark hair was matted
with blood, his face so swollen he could barely get his eyes open, his lip was
split, and that was just the obvious injuries. His khaki pants had dirt and blood splatters along with his dark button
up shirt. “Oh God!” I rushed over to him. “Can you hear me? Please God hear me!” I said as I stroked his forehead, uncaring
about getting his blood on me.
“Help me.” Did I hear him say
something? He mumbled but I think he was
trying to talk to me. “Help me.” Yep, I definitely
heard that. I needed to get him out of
here. What if whoever did this came
back?” That thought gave me strength
that I didn’t have.
“I know you’re hurt, but you have to help me. You’re a big man.” He certainly was. He would stand at about six-feet-two and I
hadn’t missed all those muscles as I tried to help him. He obviously worked out... a lot. Leaning down to help him sit up, I put his
arm over my shoulder while mine went under his arm. “You have to help me. I can’t lift you by
myself.” Somehow, he made it to his
feet. I was breathing as hard as he
was. Slowly shuffling forward, we made
our way out of the alley, and I hailed a cab. The cab driver was hesitant to let us in, but after some begging, he
nodded.
“Where to?” He asked suspiciously.
“Can you take us to the nearest clinic?” I didn’t know anything about healthcare here, but I knew hospitals were
expensive and he may not be able to afford an ER bill.
“Sure thing lady.” As he drove
us, I kept rubbing his forehead as he slumped in the back seat, telling him he
would be okay. I didn’t know him, didn’t
even know his name, but I felt drawn to him, compelled to help him. Strange. Ten minutes later, the cabbie pulled up in front of a door that read ‘24
hour clinic.’ Perfect.
After paying the cabbie, I opened the door and helped my mystery man out
of the car. Walking through the entrance,
someone came rushing toward me. She
grabbed a wheelchair, and he fell in to it. “What happened?” The nurse asked
as she hurriedly rolled him down the hall.
“I don’t know, I found him like this.” She nodded as she rushed him in to a room. Helping him on to a stretcher, I stroked his
forehead as she left to get the doctor. “Please be okay.” I whispered as
I stroked his bruised and battered face.
The doctor came busting in with an urgency I hadn’t seen in a long
time. I stood back but still kept
contact with him. I knew firsthand what
it felt like to need comfort but not have anyone around to give it. Austin would have been there for me, but I
actually tried to hide things from him. “His heart and lungs sound good, but we need an x-ray to check for
broken bones” The nurse unlocked the brake on the stretcher and started
wheeling him out with me by his side.
“Excuse me miss, but I need you to fill out some paperwork.” A receptionist led me down another hallway to
her desk.
“I
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