A man awakes. He is in a bus stop and is drenched in sweat. His torso and head are drenched with blood. Where was he? Why was he here? Why was there a pain biting at him as if a bear had just ravaged his abdomen?
“Sir… Sir… Are you alright?”. The voice echoed through the man’s ears and his head throbbed like a ringing gong.
“Wo wo wo. Not so fast there. You look pretty beat up.” The man on the bench didn’t know where he was or who he was talking to. He could hardly keep his eyes open as he was looming of into a deep sleep. Was he worried though? No, he was more concerned about bright light shining down on him and the fumes of the city making his effort at breathing nearly impossible.
“Sir my name is Steven Wilson and I’m going to call you an ambulance. ok?” He could hear the stranger dialing the phone and couldn’t help but to just close his eyes and hope that he’d make it to the hospital. The man flashing in and out of his combatosed state could vaguely remember the lights as they came barreling down the tiny street to meet the two men. Steven had nothing better to do than help this man so he rode in the ambulance to the hospital and would wait for the man to awake. He had recently been dismissed from his job, he had no wife, kids or even any relatives living near him. He made it his duty to help this man because at that moment he really didn’t know what else to do.

The man could hear his heart beating like a war drum in an empty room. His eyes snapped open to the picture of many doctors and nurses crowding him as he was wheeled down a hallway. Steven was close by and that gave at least a little of relief to know that he wasn’t in hell and all these doctors with needles and drips were his punishment. He closed his eyes and awaited for the next time that he would open them. If that time was ever to come.

Steven just a simple by passer had found himself helping a complete stranger who’s name he didn’t even know. Why was he helping him? He’s unemployed, has no relationship with anyone at that moment and his future path was very sketchy. He was a lost lamb. He was still very young so there was room for him to get back on track. He was built quite well, quite muscular but not so much he looked like a circus freak, just enough for the ladies to think he was attractive. His face was hard like an eagle. He had short blond hair that was slightly curly. He wasn’t a giant man neither a small man, about 5 foot 7 or 5 foot 8.