The kindness of strangers

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Kindness of Strangers

Tears made their way into my eyes, the pool of blood surrounding my legs started to grow. My boyfriend threw open the door and immediately feel to his knee’s bringing his hand up to his face over his quivering mouth. We link eyes and I let the tears flow down my cheeks while his face dropped to the ground and he pushed his hand back through his soft brown hair. Through my heavy sobs I could hear my boyfriend screaming in the next room and my current roommate, Angle Rose, was on the phone. I assumed she was one the phone to emergency services and was giving them our address, “27 parkway avenue, How long will you be... 10 minutes…any faster…ok then I will do it.”.

Angel lead me out of the tiny cubicle we called a bathroom. I stepped over the tiny, little body. I turn, to see my little jack like that was un-processable, I bent down to gently touch my hopes and morn for the lost future but pulled away almost instantly as the cool touch of the body shivered up my spine. Angle lays me down on my queen sized bed now covered in assorted towels. I lay down and close my eyes looking up at the ceilings trying to hold back my tears. My boyfriend rushes past me in a blur to the open ranch-slider, I hear the sounds of him throwing up and try to hold down my own. I spy a bucket of warm soapy water with a black flannel inside and nod my head in agreement as Angel raises the flannel and forces a warm, comforting smile.

She washes the blood of leg starting with my feet, she gets one foot done before she rinses the blood out. The tip of the black cloth hits the water and before it’s all in the water, the once clear liquid is stained a crimson red. She starts to ring out the flannel the causing steam to evaporate off into the cold air. I follow it in the drifting airflow from the open door and squeeze my eyes shut in weakness and in hope that it’s all just a dream. I’m snapped out of my thoughts when Michael re-enters from the balcony with 2 people, male and female, wearing similar uniforms each with little name tags, the lady looks at me with a great deal of pain and I instantly sense that she is feeling my pain from her past experiences, as we have our own little moment of recognition I read her name tag, Jodie. They leave for a moment and I try to stand up but fall back down onto the bed, I let out a little high pitched scream as pain shoots through the middle of my  body. The ambulance helpers return with a stretcher, and with a great deal of effort, I make it onto the stretcher and an oxygen mask is placed over my head which, according to them, contains a substance known as laughing gas.