Page 8 of Luckiest Love
She bit her lip to keep her scream inside and she looked back at her phone, wanting to kick herself for leaving it on the desk and not calling the cops.
She heard a pop sound and someone groaned and another thump sounded against the door.
She bit her lip and then jumped again when the person outside softly said, “Fuck, fuck! Fuck!”
She flicked the lock quietly and then opened the door a crack and gasped when she saw the man outside, kneeling on the ground, blood dripping down his arm.
He heard her gasp and looked over at her and his eyes widened and she sucked in a breath as they locked eyes.
He was a huge man and even with him on his knees before her, he was almost her height.
She started to back up and then saw more wounds on his body and another man across the way.
Her eyes went wider than they had been and she looked back at the man on his knees.
He held his hand out to her when she started to back up into her store and she shook her head, “I didn’t, I am sorry. I won’t say anything,” and she gasped when he stood, swaying on his feet and making a gush of blood soak his white shirt.
“I won’t hurt you.” He said in a deep, gravelly voice and she bit her lip when he staggered against the building and caught himself with his good arm.
The other was dripping blood to the concrete in a steady stream and she didn’t like that.
She took a small step forward and he snapped his gaze to hers and his dark brown eyes were full of some unnamed emotion.
“Can I help you? Do you need an ambulance?”
He shook his head sharply, “No. No ambulance. I will be fine. It’s just a few scratches.”
He turned to look at the dead man in the alley and she covered her mouth when she saw a knife slice deep in the giant man’s side.
“That’s not a scratch.”
He looked down at it as if he hadn’t noticed it, then he looked back up at her.
He swayed again and she rushed over to him, “You really need some help.”
She put her arm carefully around his huge frame and he shuddered and then looked down at her, as if he couldn’t quite believe she was touching him.
But that made no sense. So she just wrapped her arm around him tighter and gently tugged him to the shop.
He followed along slowly and when she got inside, the door shut and she looked up at him, “Can you make it up some stairs? You really need a bed and there isn’t one down here.”
He nodded and she helped him with great difficulty upstairs and then led him over to her bed.
He sat down hard on the edge and she touched his face gently, “Will you lay back? I don’t really know how to help you, but I can try. I’m really good at sewing.”
He nodded again and lay back against the bed and shut his eyes and then he opened them, “If you get me some thread and a needle, I can sew them up myself. I have done it more than once.”
She blinked in shock and looked at his arm that had a long slice in the muscle there.
“You can sew that up by yourself?”
He groaned a little and then sat up against her headboard, “I can try.”
She bit her lip and rolled her eyes, “You know it would be easier if I did it?”
He grunted and she left the room and rushed around the apartment, getting hot water with some antiseptic soap and her needles and some white thread.
She knew she would need to sterilize the needles, so she grabbed her first-aid kit and hurried back to the man.
