Revenge And Redemption

The Stranger

The person was a he and he was severely injured. Blood was flowing from his head resulting in a small puddle and from what I could see there were numerous scratches on the side of his face. He was lying on his stomach which made me unable to see his face fully. It was obvious that he had gotten into a terrible accident or it can be that he was involved in a terrible fight but considering the time I assumed it was the former one that had happened. You know, overspeeding on an isolated road was no new thing.

Nervously, pulling up my sweat pants, I squatted down and moved my hand forward to check his pulse. He was unconscious because of the amount of blood he had lost. Or maybe dead. As my hand reached toward his neck to check his pulse, his hand shot out to grab my hand before it could make contact with his neck. I flinched and a yelp escaped my lips and I fell down on my butt on the road. I was, obviously, not expecting him to be conscious.

"Who the hell are you?" With great difficulty, he mumbled out these words. Oh wow. He is alive and conscious as well. Now, What am I supposed to say? Who am I? I am still trying to find that answer, bro.

As I took my sweet time to answer, his grip on my wrist tightened. How can he hold it so tightly even when he is so badly injured? "You messaged me for help." I managed to let out while attempting to free my hand from his grip.

In response, he murmured some words incoherently. The next second his hand loosened around my wrist and he fell unconscious. Phew! Now, I know it would have been better for him to remain conscious but I didn't have enough courage to speak to this man since he looked quite threatening even when I cannot see his face.

The man was dressed immaculately in a suit. His brown wavy hair covered half of his face as he lay on the ground. His phone lay near his hand through which he probably messaged me by mistake and an expensive watch adorned his hand along with shiny silver rings on his fingers. Overall, he looked like a glorified thug.

Coming into action, I called an ambulance and then further moved to take off my scarf so that I could tie it on his head because he was bleeding non-stop. His head was quite heavy since it took me almost five minutes to tie a simple scarf around his head. The scarf immediately had a red blotch on it which made me worried about his life. Putting pressure on the wound, I waited for the ambulance to arrive.

Picking up my phone I checked the time. 3:25. I am surely looking like a zombie in the morning. My coffee is my only lifesaver now. It took another five minutes for the ambulance to arrive.

As the medical staff put him on a stretcher, the doctor said, "This looks like a police case." Now I am no doctor but if this does look like a police case then I surely have put myself where I shouldn't have.

"I am sure we can talk about this later, doc. He needs immediate attention. So please if you can."

The doctor must have been tired as he looked like a half-zombie himself, he sighed in resignation and nodded. I managed to smile at him in appreciation as my eyelids felt heavy because of sleep. Now that the stranger was being taken to the hospital I felt a little relaxed.

As I made my way towards my scooty I thought so much time has already passed, there is no way I'll be able to sleep now. Why not go to the hospital and wait for the man to be conscious and out of danger before going home? This way my heart will feel light as well. Well that's another day of me and my stupid decisions.

Thus, I made up my mind to follow the ambulance to the hospital. Little did I know that I shouldn't have.