Dans pov
I look down at my hands and see blood and I know it's not mine. I continue to wander the streets of London until I realise that I need to wash off all this blood. Oh go Daniel what did you do? I try to remember but as soon as I try a sharp pain rips through my head. I groan out in pain and fall to the cold, wet, concrete ground and curl into a ball. I'm lost and scared and I don't remember what just happened. "Hey sir are you okay?" Someone says to me and they touch my shoulder. I wince in pain realise that I was shot in the shoulder and that this blood could be mine. "Yes mister I'm fine" I lie I can't tell this person that I'm hurt I don't even know them and yet I feel this thing pushing me to tell him what's wrong. " No your not come back to my place I'm the only one that lives there and I wouldn't mind a roommate" he says and I laugh. "Okay then" I whisper and he has to help me up and we walk to his place in a fit of giggles telling each other all kinds of things that have happened in our lives neither of us caring who sees us.
