One day, Y/n was going through the park when a cream-colored dog approached him.
It was dressed in a service vest.
"Hey there, buddy. Can you tell me where your owner is?"
The dog snatched his flannel and began pulling him.
"Okay. Okay. I'll follow you." Following the service dog, Y/n discovered a young woman on the ground. He knelt by their side right away. "Miss? Can you hear what I'm saying?"
The woman's hand was bumped by the dog, which barked.
Y/n felt their pulse with his fingers on their neck. She was breathing normally since it was powerful and steady. He looked for any kind of identification.
Kaylee Bryant was their name.
Y/n took his phone from his pocket.
"911, what is your emergency?"
"I'm in desperate need of an ambulance. I was out walking when I was approached by a service dog. The proprietor is a young lady. She's cold, but she's breathing normally. I can't think of anything else that could be wrong with them."
"Sir, what is your name?"
"Y/n Y/l/n." He told the operator where they were.
"We'll send someone right away."
He hung up and tried again to rouse the woman. "Kaylee? Can you hear me?" Y/n asked.
Y/n put a hand on their cheek as she whimpered.
"You're okay. There will be assistance on the way. Just relax."
"Pretty."
Y/n blushed. "You're not so bad yourself."
Kaylee gave a little smile in response. At the sound of their owner's voice, their service dog stood up alert. "Bare."
"Is that his name? It's cute."
An ambulance pulled into the parking lot, and Y/n heard sirens. He shifted his gaze to Bare. He looked Y/n in the eyes and dashed towards the EMTs.
A stretcher was hurried over by the EMTs.
One of them inquired, "Are you Y/n?"
Y/n nodded.
They checked their vitals before lifting them onto the stretcher.
Y/n took Kaylee's hand in his. "These nice people are going to take you to the hospital." He kissed their knuckles and set their hand down on the stretcher.
Kaylee began to panic as soon as they opened their eyes.
A nurse raced into the room. "Calm down, sweetheart. You're fine."
"Bare! Where is my dog!"
Bare jumped up on the bed and Kaylee threw their arms around him.
"Can you tell me what happened?" Kaylee had inquired.
"You had a critically low blood sugar level. Mr. Y/l/n was lucky to find you in time."
"Mr...Mr. Y/l/n?"
The nurse smiled and nodded. "Poor man has been waiting for you to wake up all day. Is it okay if I send him in?"
The nurse walked away when Kaylee nodded.
She reappeared, accompanied by a man. "I'm going to leave you two alone."
Except for Bare's gentle snoring, the room was deafeningly quiet.
"Thank you for helping me," Kaylee told him.
"You were in trouble. I was only doing what any self-respecting human would do. You should thank Bare."
"He's a good boy. Bare actually his nickname. His name is Barrett."
The man, Mr. Y/l/n, started laughing.
"What?" Kaylee asked.
He leaned in and said, "Forgive me for staring, I don't see many Lannister's where I'm from." The accent was spot-on, and Kaylee could spot that baritone from a mile away.
She blushed.
He resembled his Game of Thrones character, although with a patchier beard.
"In my defense, I didn't name him."
"It's all right. It's great not to be noticed. I'm Y/n."
"Kaylee."
"I know. When you were passed out, I was able to find your driver's license. But I'm delighted you're all right."
"You seem to be a real-life hero."
Y/n blushed a little. His phone began to ring. "Please accept my apologies." He responded. "Hello? What?" He took out the TV remote and switched it on.
"Y/n Y/l/n, the Mandalorian star, was seen today in the park assisting a young woman. Sources report that their service dog alerted the star to its owner's condition. Y/n dialed 911 and stayed by their side until assistance arrived."
A photo of Kaylee being lifted onto the stretcher was shown.
"Mr. Y/l/n's heroic act has been lauded on social media. There has been no update on the young woman's condition."
The news anchor moved on to the next item on the agenda.
"Please accept my apologies." Y/n apologized, saying, "I didn't notice anyone taking pictures."
"It's ok, y/n. You saved my life, and you are deserving of credit. Allow me to cook dinner for you this week."
"You are not obligated to do that."
Kaylee extended their hand and took Y/n's hand. "Please."
Y/n grinned. "Okay."
