"No.. I will not do that. You can't- no you can shove it..."<br/><br/>The line to the phone went dead, a settle buzzing in her ear before it turned into a dead end beeping in her ear. There was stark rage on her face, clearly the phone call had enraged her. Slamming the phone down to her kitchen counter before she walked out into her living room, clearly looking for some sort of distration until the bang rattled on her front door. It had her whirling around wishing she had some sort of protection besides the baseball bat beside her door.<br/><br/>She went to the door to peer through the peephole but oddly enough there was no one there. Pulling back from the peephole another bang slammed into her door.<br/><br/>"What in the world..."<br/><br/>The words a whisper to herself as she opened the door and pulled the bat into her right side. She was going to come out swinging if she had to, but there was no one standing there. Her gaze traveled down to the male speaking of no hospital. With a sharp gasp she debated wether to leave him there or to call the police. He was oozing blood from his shoulder, as far as she could tell, he was soaking wet from head to toe. Clearly hurt she reached down to grab him by the shoulders, dragging him inside of her home to lay on her carpet.<br/><br/>"What do I do?"<br/><br/>She was frantic at this point, it wasn't everyday someone bloody dropped on her doirstep. The one logically thing that came to mind was to get her first aid kit. Rushing to her bathroom she took the kit from the mirror door mounted to her wall and rushed back to his side.<br/><br/>"Oh no no... no I have no idea what to do... Iam not a doctor!"<br/><br/>It looked as though he was going to die right there in front of her, her mind was too turbulant with what to do to try and settle herself. Snapping the kit open she dumped its contents to the floor next to him. One thing was for certain she was going to have to take his shirt off to get to his shoulder wound. Picking up the sissors she cut the front of his shirt open and peeled it down off his arm. The wound seeped further, this scared her more taking gayze she pressed it into the wound compacting it in to try to slow the bleeding as she threaded a perpacked needle. Sure she had stitched clothes before but she had never stitched a person, was it even done the same way?<br/><br/>"This is going to hurt. I have no idea what Iam doing, only seen yhis kind of stuff on tv."<br/><br/>She talked to him to try to calm herself and to try to keep him awake. When she felt like he was going to pass out she would smack the side of his face trying to keep him awake, she had no clue if it was a good idea for him to fall asleep or not but she wasn't going to take any chances as she started her stitching of the would.<br/><br/>"Don't you dare pass out or bleed out on my carpet. You hear me!"