Chapter 2

The cold breeze makes my lips quiver, my legs began to ache, and my arms grew tired from supporting his weak body as we continue to find the way back to the main road. He was heavy and cold, it feels like I am dragging a fucking corpse. The dark alley seems to stretch endlessly as we wander aimlessly, given the situation.

We walked past several blocks. Every building is shut closed. There's no sign of people around, not even a single shadow so there's no hope of finding help any moment now. His body was getting more sluggish, and his breathing sounded like he's about to collapse.

"Damn it." I cursed when I almost tripped over some rock. I thought we're going to fall but to my surprise, he managed to keep my balance by grabbing my waist closer to his body.

He took a glance, "You should be careful." It was dark but I can almost see the concerned look on his face.

My eyebrows slightly raised at that. Why would he worry about me when he's the one bleeding to death? I never heard such sincerity in anyone's voice when they talk to me except for him. What does that mean? I bite my lower lip when I realized that I'm overlooking at things again. It's not a big deal. For all I know he just said that because I'm helping him. He's no one in my life. I don't know him and he's just being nice because he needed something from me. Just like everybody else.

"What a shame, don't say things like that," I said, clenching my teeth.

He was quiet for a while before he opens his mouth and speaks, "I'm sorry if that offended you somehow." He said in a gentle tone.

I scoffed in annoyance not liking the tone of his voice. He talks to me as if he's calculating every word like he's walking on thin ice.

We halt to stop when we made it to the highway. The surroundings are now light up with city lights, asphalt road, and endless streams of cars descended on the countryside proving that the world never sleeps and rests. It's far too loud and polluted for my liking.

"I'll hail a cab," I tell him.

His head snaps and looks at me. Now that I can see his face properly I can't help but notice how good looking he is. He has a deep-set of gray eyes, thick eyebrows, proudly pointed nose, squared jaw, and full lips. To be honest he could pass as a supermodel.

"D-don't take me to the hospital." He said, looking serious.

"What?" I blurted in confusion. "Why? Do you want me to take you straight to the cemetery?"

His lips twitched upwards like he found me amusing. I glared at him. If he planned on dying he should've told me earlier so I didn't waste my fucking time to help him.

"No, of course not. Can you see that building?" He pointed across the street. There I saw a high-rise, relatively grandiose, condominium building that towers along with the skyscrapers.

"Yeah what about it?" I asked.

"I live there. You can take me there." He said. His face was drained of blood and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. The longer we stay here the higher the possibility he will die from blood loss.

"Stop talking nonsense. So you're telling me to take you home instead of going to the hospital? You seriously have a death wish." I chuckled finding the situation comic.

"No, the wound is not that deep and I need to stop the bleeding first then see to it if I would need to get surgery, or I can just close the wound using sutures and stitches." He explained.

"Okay, where did you read that? You're aware it's not the time to play smart, right?" I bite my lower lip to stop myself from giggling.

He stares at me blankly.

"Sure, you looked like the straight A's kind of student but there's no way you're a doctor. You look like we're the same age." I said, not caring if that would offend him or not.

He let out an unexpected chuckle, "Sorry to say but we're not the same age. I'm a surgeon I can take care of myself just right." He smiled.

Hearing him said that left me dumbfounded, feeling embarrassed for the first time in my life. I just rolled my eyes and signal the cab that we're not getting on.

"Whatever you say."

Then I helped him cross the busy street. Before we made it to the huge entrance of the condominium he turned to look at me, "Can I hug you from behind?" He asked, tilting his head.

"No."

"I don't want them to worry about me. Just help me pretend I'm drunk." He said, looking at the two security personnel.

"I said no."

"Please? I really need your help."

I tried to hide a mischievous grin. I don't know but I really liked the feeling when other people begs me. It makes me feel superior.

"Fine. Just this once." I rolled my eyes.

I slid my arms and hold his waist tightly as I stood in front of him. Half of my body was pressed against him to hide the portion of his clothes that was tainted with blood. Then I felt him wrapped his other arm around my stomach, slowly rubbing his thumb over my tight dress. I gasped when he suddenly buried his face on the crook of my neck, his breathing was warm and heavy.

I ignored the weird sensation and continue to walk inside. My knees were getting wobbly because his touch makes me feel somewhat good.

"Is he okay?" The security popped in.

I flashed him my sweetest smile, "My boyfriend is just drunk but he's fine."

His cheeks were blushing as he looked at me. I'm no longer surprise to catch him checking me out. He probably thinks it's his lucky day, seeing a girl as beautiful as I am.

"Sure. I can have someone help you carry him." He gazes at him with jealousy.

"No thanks. I can manage." I said, walking past him not even waiting for his damn reply. The smile on my face subsides the moment I turn my back on him. Talking to him is not worthy of my time.

Once we're inside the elevator, the strange man frees me from his strong grip and looked at me. "Thank you so much." He said, his face as white as a paper.

"I don't want your thank you. Just remember, you owe me now---" I paused in search of his name.

What was his name again? Daniel?

"It's Daniel." He finished my sentence. "And yes, I owe you my life. Why don't you stay the night?"

The elevator stops on the 10th floor and we approach a wide black door made of metal. It was so shiny I could see our reflections clearly. He slides in his key card and the door was unlocked.

"Remember to go home early or else you'd be grounded."

I remember Gretta's last words before I left the house earlier. The way she said that makes me cringe. She's just trying way too hard to sound like a Mother when in fact she's far from being one. I clenched my fists, just thinking about that woman makes my blood boils in anger.

"I'll stay the night," I said, following him inside his unit.

Daniel then looks at me with mixed emotion in his eyes. "Can I know your name?" He looked sincere and curious but something about the way he stares is odd and different. Or maybe I'm just imagining things.

"You seriously won't stop asking that." I crossed my arms. "Why? Does knowing my fucking name would make you feel better?" I added, eying his bleeding wound.

"I just find you interesting. You're like a wounded wild cat." An amused grin was playing on his handsome face.

I rolled my eyes, irritated how he compares me to a damn cat. "I'm definitely not a wounded cat. My name is Haide."

"I'm grateful I met you Haide. Thank you." He smiles.

Oh, his words made me froze. Does he mean that? No one was ever grateful for meeting me. Nobody. Maybe he's an exemption.

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