I yelled. "Help! Somebody! Please help!" I was screaming at the top of my lungs.
The only reason I didn't call an ambulance is because I didn't have my phone on me. I left it at the ice cream shop.
Somebody caught on and called 911.
Thank god.
A few minutes later an ambulance came and carried the man in.
I asked if I could join them.
"Are you related to him in any way?" One of the paramedics asked.
Shit.
I had to lie.
I didn't want to say brother because we looked nothing alike.
"Yes, he's my boyfriend."
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Why did I just say that?
Could I really not think of anything else???
Oh my god the man is going to kill me.
But thankfully the paramedics believed me and let me in.
I was such a dumbass but at least I could help this man.
