Chapter two: The Wounded Stranger
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It was a quiet Tuesday evening. The wind whispered through the trees, and the campus had begun to settle into a soft hush. Amara Okoye, a final-year nursing student, walked alone down a familiar footpath near the biology lab. Her heart was heavy with the weight of upcoming exams, yet the cool air comforted her.The final-year nursing student had her life mapped out—graduate with honors, make her strict army General father proud, and never, ever associate with trouble.
But trouble found her anyway.
Then she saw him.
A man. Bleeding. Groaning. His body lay half-hidden behind the chemistry block, and one arm slung across his chest like it hurt to breathe.
He was beautiful. Wild and ruined, but beautiful.
Instinct overpowered fear.
Amara rushed toward him. “Are you okay? What happened?”
His eyes—dark and tired—met hers. There was pain, yes, but behind it, something older. Something broken. I need to take you to the hospital
“I can’t go to the hospital,” he groaned.
“Then where?” she asked softly.
“Anywhere... just not there.”
Without a second thought, Amara helped him up, her small frame barely able to support his weight. She took him to her apartment, ignoring fear, the risk.
That night, she cleaned his wounds with trembling fingers, her nursing instincts kicking in. He fell asleep in her bed, breathing softly, peaceful—like The violence in him had paused just to feel her kindness.
She watched him sleep, wondering what demons chased him through the night.
this beautiful, battered stranger with blood on his skin and something ancient in his eyes.
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