Phil Lester's day was unlike any other. He sat on his black couch, a small, white cup of tea in his hands. It was raining outside. Phil loved spending cold days indoors, curled into a ball, watching anime, and eating popcorn or drinking tea.
But then his day went from normal to not-so-normal.
There was a loud knock at the door, which caused Phil to jump. He wasn't expecting company and didn't really have any friends in the neighborhood. Could it be his mum coming in for a surprise visit? His brother?
Phil sighed as he stood and walked to the door. Opening the door, all color drained from his face at what he saw.
There stood an injured male. He had brown hair, tan skin, and brown eyes. He was leaning against the door frame, holding onto his side. Blood was leaking out of his hand. It looked like a stab wound.
Shaking himself out of the shock, Phil helped the male inside and onto his couch. The male groaned out a weak, "help," right before he passed out.
Phil started to panic. He's never had to deal with this before. Should he call an ambulance? He probably should! He ran to his phone and dialed the number.
Phil spoke quickly and in a panic the moment he heard the females voice. "H-hello! There's.. There's a man here.. Injured.. I-I think its a stab wound! He's bleeding.. Unconscious right now!"
"Calm down, sir," the female spoke in a calming voice. How could she be so calm in a situation like this?! "where do you live?"
Phil quickly gave the address and hung up, going back to the injured man that lay unconscious on his couch. What was he supposed to do? He didn't know anything about first aid or health. He didn't know what to do. His mind was all over the place.
Phil watched the male in terror. The male was dirty and wet from head to toe. His brown hair was curly. He wore a black shirt, which was torn and bloody, and black skinny jeans which were also torn and bloody. He was missing a shoe, but the one he did have was a black converse, and he wore black socks. Geez, he wore a lot of black.
A few minutes past before he finally heard the distant sound of sirens. Phil let out a relieved sigh as he knew help was coming. Phil watched the unconscious male and sighed. He wished he could do more to help him, but alas, he's just a helpless nerd who paid little attention when it came to survival.
Survival.. Phil did watch a bunch of survival reality tv shows... Maybe he can remember something..
Phil quickly ran to the closet and got out the first aid kit. "You have to put pressure on the wound to get it to stop bleeding," Phil recalled, mumbling to himself. He ran back to the male and removed his shirt quickly but carefully, before he took out a bandage wrap and began to tightly, but not too tightly, wrap the male in it.
By the time he had finished wrapping, he heard the knock on the door. He placed the males hand where the blood was already seeping through the bandage, then quickly ran to the door. Opening it, he pointed at the stairs towards the lounge. "He's up there. Please help him," Phil said breathlessly, trying his best to remain calm.
Phil watched as the people ran upstairs to help the injured male. He was relieved. He helped and that's all that mattered. The stranger was gonna be okay. He will be okay.
That is all that mattered to Phil.
