WHAT IF?

The Housekeeper

Mary's POV:
It all started when I decided to leave my abusive boyfriend. I was with him for two long years. Unfortunately, I was in a city far away from my family and friends. I knew nobody but my boyfriend. He gave me a place to stay and worked hard as long as I obeyed him. Things weren't always this way. He used to love me. But when I realized how controlling he was, I told him no more. And that's when the verbal and physical abuse started. The man I gave up everything for and loved; was now my worse enemy.

I was homeless for a week. I injured my ankle and it became infected. Everyday, I became more sick. Everyday I prayed to be saved.  I truly felt like these were my last days.

Laurent's POV:
I was in seating in the backseat of my limousine. I was headed to my wife's fashion event. As I continued to look out the window, I noticed a damped cardboard box moving. I asked the driver to pull over. I slowly stepped out of the limo as I kept in mind I was in downtown. The part of the city where the homeless people lived. I opened one of the flaps and saw a women shivering inside. I've never been this close to a homeless person before.

"Are you okay?" I softly asked.

The young women appeared be terrified of me. She began to screamed and swing her arms.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise." I said as I tried not to get hit.

I looked down at her ankle and realized she was hurt real bad. Her wound appeared to be infected.

"What happened to your ankle?" I asked.
"I cut it on a fence. So what!" The women yelled.

Her skin looked so pale. I felt obligated to help her. I couldn't just leave her this way. Somebody gotta be looking for her.

"Please come with me. I'll take you to the hospital. And they'll take care of you." I suggested.
"I don't have medical insurance." The woman replied.
"Don't worry about it. Please, let me help you. If you never want to see me, I'll be gone." I promised.

She finally agreed to let me help her. I carried her in the limousine. I instructed my driver to go to the hospital. After she was checked in, my wife, Sarah called me.

"Laurent, where are you?" Sarah asked with concern.
"I had to make a detour. I'm not sure I'm going to make it." I replied.
"I've worked so hard. And I wanted you to be here to share this moment with me." Sarah complained.
"I know. I'm so sorry, my love. I'll make it up to you." I added.

After Sarah hung up the phone, I knew she was mad at me. As I waited in the lobby, a nurse approached me and said,

"Excuse me mister, I need to ask you a few questions about the woman you brought in. "
"Okay, is she okay?" I asked.
"She going to be fine. She cut her ankle pretty bad. We performed a minor operation in which the infected flesh was removed." The nurse explained.
"Thank you so much." I thanked the nurse.
"You're welcome. What is your name?" The nurse asked.
"Laurent Bourgeois."
"What is your relation to the patient?" The nurse asked as she took notes.
"Uh...that's kinda hard to explain. I don't know her. I just saw she needed help. And I brought her here." I nervously explained.
"Good citizen. She lucky you saw her. I'm going to go talk to her and get more information on her. Thank you so much Mr. Bourgeois." The nurse said and shook my hand.

As the nurse walked away from me, I jogged to her and mentioned,

"She's homeless. What happens now?"

The nurse looked at me with wondering eyes.

"Do you mind waiting here, please?" The nurse asked.