The Royal Badass

Bulletproof

I quickly go to him, just stare at his injuries. I'm paralyzed for a few minutes, then I get close, I'm scared, put a finger below his nose.

"Holy crap he's alive!"

He probably has a broken something, maybe a rib, a dislocated shoulder!? 

There's purple marks on his face probably more on his body.

"Can you hear me?..." I whispered.

I check his mouth for any missing teeth, none are missing. His leather jacket, white shirt and pants are all dirty, bloody. I check his fingers, he has a missing nail. I vomit a bit in my mouth.

"You need an ambulance. I'll help you as I promised."

I try to find a cellphone on him, didn't even find a wallet. I don't have a name or number to call. Just when I'm about to call an ambulance I hear a very small whisper:

"Don't....
(he spits some blood)
don't call the police, don't.. 

Please don't take me to the hospital."

"Wha-why?!" I asked.

He passed out.

"What. What? What now?! What do I do with you then?!" I screamed as I held his face.

 I take a moment to think, I walk in circles beside him. Bite my nails.

What now...what now...If I drag him to the hospital they'll ask questions...maybe I'll get in trouble...

Can I?  Nonononononono.

"I can't take care of this...myself..."

No! Just, no. I mean I could stitch him but, I haven't fully checked him. It would be quite the risk. Besides he's a stranger, a stalker in fact.

I take a napkin and wipe all the blood of his face mostly his mouth. 

I stare at him.

"I'll take the risk."

I take my cat ear hoodie and put it on him so his face and all beaten body wouldn't be that noticeable if we walk somewhere, not that anyone would care nowadays. If I drag him, maybe people will think he's drunk. I can't do anything about the clothes though. 

I try to pull him up, he's heavy. I take his arm on my shoulder I started walking, slowly, to get home. He's not completely unconscious, he walks a bit. 

As I get on the subway people stare. I laugh nervously.

"Drunk fighting am I right?" 

As I take a breath with him on my lap I call Yuki. 

"It's late Minagawa." She quickly said.
"Yuki, I-um. How do I explain this?" I look at him via the reflection on the subway window.

Do I tell her? Maybe she'll help me. No, I can't drag her into this.

"You don't have to pretend, I can come and stay with you-"

"No no. I guess with all the stress and the traumatic hostage situation...look um...

"You ok?" she asked.

"I-I got my period...would you do me a solid and go and get some meds and pads? If you can... Please?"

"Sure?...Okay. I'll text when I get there."

I hang up.

"Man! You're heavy." I say as I climb with him through every step of the stairs on the way to my apartment.

I open the door and drop him. "Oh shit. Sorry. Sorry." I get my shoes off and his too. I drag him to my bed, he leaves a bloody trace and I stare. Not at the trail, at him! He-he's..