Real.Doc - Part 2 - Joe (English Version)

Trash

I woke up as if I had just "healed." Bastards. The smell quickly revealed where I was—in a dumpster. The man was there with me.

Moments later, he woke up too. Startled, he moved so fast that he slammed into the side of the dumpster.

"It's okay, it's okay!" I tried to say. "We're okay."

"What happened?"

"We're okay now," I said. 

He quickly realized where we were and climbed out. When I went to get out of the dumpster, he helped me. Then he noticed the bloodstained side of my clothes and saw there was no wound. Panic flashed across his face as he grabbed me by the neck and pressed me against the wall.

"What is this?"

"Please," I pleaded, as best as I could since I couldn't speak. When he let me go, I gasped for air and explained, "I'm not hurt. Neither are you."

He ran his hand over his chest, where there had been a cut before. There was nothing there

"What happened?"

"We healed," I said, deciding to be practical. "We'd better find a way to get home."

"Home?" he asked, gripping my arm. "Do you know who did this to you?"

"I have an idea."

"Then you must have a better plan than just getting home."

"It's nothing really. Just a jackass trying to prove a point." I was about to keep walking when he stopped me again.

"Wait, you've done this before?"

"I have," I said, and started walking again, but he called out once more, disoriented this time, but without holding me.

"Wait!" When I stopped and turned, he didn't even know what to say. "What is your name?"

I was afraid to answer. I'm not exactly sure why.

"I don't think we'll ever meet again."

"Did you do this to me?"

"You were born like this."

I was about to leave again, but he stopped me once more.

"Just wait... please."

That's when he convinced me to stay a little longer, but there was a problem.

"We're filthy."

"Let's go to where I live, then we can..."

"Where you live?"

"It's not like that. Please... I need to know more."

Then a man walked by the alley where we were standing and saw us talking. He looked at me and noticed the bloodstains.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes, we're actors," I replied.

"This is practice," he confirmed.

"Stupid..." the man muttered as he walked away.

I looked at him and ended the conversation.

"Good luck."

And I left, getting into the first taxi that passed by. Fortunately, everyone wants to help an injured woman.