Saved by a Swede (Niklas Hjalmarsson)

"Help!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was in the middle of a dark alley outside of a club in Chicago. I was just lying there, bleeding, nobody was around. I was lying there feeling like I was gonna die because of my abusive ex-boyfriend, Daniel. He took me out of the club and he threw me down, and started beating me to death. I wasn't actually dead. I closed my eyes but I still had feeling. "Miss? Miss?" I was shaken by a man with a Swedish accent. It was adorable. I didn't wake up though. "We should get her to a hospital." said a heavy Canadian accent. I think I know who these guys are but I just cannot open my eyes to figure it out. "Yeah let's go." said a guy with a soft American voice. I guess it was about probably 2 hours later when I woke up. I woke up. "She's awake!" said the Swedish man. Once my eyes were fully open and my vision was no longer blurry, I realized who it was it was.....