I AM THE SECOND MALE LEAD.

CHAPTER 4:A YAKUZA.

I walked towards the man lying in front of my door to check if he was still breathing. Thankfully his pulse was still there.

"Hello. This is xx street, near xx building....." I haven't finished making my call and giving the address details to the emergency operator on the other side when a hand yanked away the phone from my hand.
What the hell! I looked at the owner of the hand and to my suprise it was the wounded man who had snatched away my phone from me. He even cut off the call.

"I hate hospitals." He said groaning and moaning in pain. "Please....nothing but the hospital. Besides, this much wound is nothing."

Nothing much he says but I could tell the wound was deep. It looked like a knife stab.
"Is your life more important than your hatred for hospitals? You will die at this rate." I stretched my hand to get back my phone. But he wouldn't let go.

"No hospitals. Hate them...ughhh...." He groaned again, refusing to let go of my phone.

What the hell! I am calling the ambulance no matter what! No way in hell am I going to help this man on my own! I thought to myself.

*Grab*

I tried to pry my phone out of his hand, but he wasn't letting it go. Then I saw fresh blood ooze out from his wound. He winced in pain and was barely conscious.
But why was his grip so strong?
I was quite confident in my own strength but this guy.....

"H...elp...." He said.

That's exactly what I am trying to do!!

I struggled to get it out for a while before giving up.
If this guy were to die right here, it would be bad for me.  
"Hey!" I snapped at him. "Can you stand? I will help you get inside."

He let out a low groan. I helped him get up while making sure to not put pressure on his wound.
This guy was lighter than he looked. I felt him faint on my shoulder.

We walked inside my house.

As for how I treated him, it was history. Took about an hour to dress his wound and tend it.
While rummaging through his black jacket I found his wallet inside.
Of course I opened it. It's important to know who the person you are helping is.

Name: William Kuronoma.
Age:34.

So he is a Japanese mixed. I didn't pay attention to it earlier but he has blonde hair.

I sighed looking at his belongings.

Damn!!!

I ended up saving a Yakuza.

This was a bit bothersome.

Pov change: William's pov.

"Ugh....." I felt pain and discomfort in my body. I don't know for how long I have been unconscious but the last thing I remember was somebody helping me.

"Aahhhh!"

Ah right! He called the ambulance. Don't tell me I am in the hospital right now!

Shivers went down my spine just at the thought of that damn terrifying place. Please not the hospital....

I looked around and found myself in a room. It was small but spacious.

I noticed that my injury was treated fairly well.

*Creak*

The sound of the door opening caught my attention.

When I turned back I saw a slender boy...or er...man walking into the room. He had a small built. His shoulders were small. There was a pea size mole on his neck. It was small but visible.

"You are finally awake."

Although he looked Tiny his presence was distracting.

"So you are a yakuza?"

I almost choked at my own saliva.