<span style="color: #FF80FF">Jasmina ran to the mans side and placed her hand gently on his chest. â€œSir...â€ she looked at the burns and the torn rag on the ground. She then turned to his face and saw the frost over his eyes. â€œOh dear.â€ she grabs the edge of her skirt and tears the fabric then wrapping it around to cover his eyes. â€œSir, my name is Jasmina. I am here to help you. Please tell me what happened. I want to help you please!â€ She lifts his head softly and placed it on her lap. She looked at his body and started to think of what she would need to help him. She grabbed her phone out of her bag and made a call to an old friend of her family. â€œHey, I need your help. I need you to help me move someone. He is hurt and I need to take him to my shop now.â€<br/>A few minutes after she gets off the phone a man comes towards her with his car parked just at the opening of the alley. â€œOver here!â€ She lifts the injured mans head and places it gently on the concrete. She then walks to the friend and talks to him quietly before the both of them return to the injured man and lift him to the mans car. â€œNo questions. We take him to my shop then you can leave.â€<br/>â€œI am not leaving you with a mysterious man Jasmina.â€ the man said as he then got in the front seat and she st in the passengers spot.<br/>â€œYes you will. He needs me.â€ she says and they drive off. There was no more talking until they get the guy into the building and set him on one of the few tables she had. â€œOkay you can go home now I got this.â€ She says as she pushes the man out and runs to get supplies.</span>