I woke up in a weird place I didn't recognize, I looked around panicking. Then I remembered someone had saved me from dieing in the alley. I tired to get up and find someone but I was quickly sent back down onto the bed when an awful pain seared through my arm. I screamed. I heard footsteps and the door to the side opened to reveal a guy. He was about 18 and he was amazing. I looked over and I didn't take my eyes off him.
"Are you ok?" He asked, concerned.
"Uh, y-yes." I stammered.
He came over and pulled my right sleeve down. I yanked it back up.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Just checking your wound." He told me.
I let him pull my sleeve back down to check my wound. He slowly pulled the patch off clearly worried about causing me pain. I winced.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked nervously.
"No." I told him.
He nodded with what I think was relief and refocused on my wound.
"How did this happen?" He asked curiously.
"Well I made some man mad at me and he stabbed me in the alley." I told him.
"Wow."
He was putting something in it.I didn't know what.
"This might sting a little." He warned me.
He dabbed a wet rag on my stab wound and pain welled in my shoulder. I swallowed back a cry of pain. He put something on it to stop it from bleeding.
"Thank you." I said.
He nodded and walked out of the room. He came back a moment later with a tray of food.
"You need to eat, you have been unconscious for 6 days without food."
"6 days!?!"
I suddenly noticed how hungry I was. He set the food down next to me and I started eating.
"Your lucky I found you when I did, fifteen more minutes and you'd have been dead." He said.
"Well thank you for taking me, my boyfriend was there but..... he smiled and left me for death." I said sobbing. He looked at me with grief, anger, and care in his eyes. Suddenly, he was leaning towards me when the door was kicked in, and there he was with his stupid smile and bloody face.
"I've come to take your life, it turns out stabbing you wasn't enough for me." He said laughing.
He pushed the man who saved me to the side but they started fighting when he yanked the tall man down with him. The dark man had punched my saviour and rolled on top of him, his knife raised above his head. I winced as I got up and jumped on his back with a butter knife and stabbed him in his right should sending him falling backwards right on top of me. I struggled to free myself, but he was too heavy. Then the guy who saved me drug me out from under him, holding me in the corner asking if I was all right. I told him I was fine. When he turned around the tall dark man was gone.
"What's you name?" I asked.
He turned around facing me,
"My name is Drake." He told me.
"I'm Casey."
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