Safe [punk l.t.]

Chapter 5

Louis?!?!

I knelt over his body, curled into a tight ball. He let out a groan and I jumped back.

"Erm...are you okay?" I asked.

What a dumb question. Of course he's not okay, he's curled up in pain!

Instead of a logical answer, he just groaned again and rolled over, his blue eyes meeting mine.

I took a deep breath taking in his whole body this time noting a giant gash through his shirt exposing soft flesh and blood. His face was badly wounded and he had a gash on his lip.

"What happened to you?" I asked again.

"Just a fight I had with my mate, nothin' to worry 'bout." He said with a cringe.

"You clearly need assistance, here, let me help you."

I took the jacket I was wearing and balled it up putting it under his head to at least make him comfortable. I was afraid to touch him, fearful it would hurt him.

As if reading my wind he whispered: "You won't hurt me anymore more than I already am."

I sighed and brought his legs out so he was fully laying on his back. As I did this he moaned in pain.

"Sorry," I whispered.

He simply looked at me, the toughness vanishing from his face as he was completely voulnerable.

I grabbed my phone and dialed the number for an ambulance to come. I knew they would know how to handle this better than I did. As I made the call and told them our location, Louis continued to look up at me. As I ended the call, he spoke.

"Why are you helping me?" He murmured.

"Because it's the right thing to do. Even though I don't know you, I would think that a stranger would go the length to help me if I needed it." I answered thruthfully.

"Well you're like no stranger I know." He looked up at me and actually smiled.

Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.