Sadie hummed a small tune as she placed the boxes of cake mix into the right place. She found one in particular that she wanted to buy and make for herself, super moist red velvet.

As she read the ingredients needed as well as the instructions, she saw someone walking over to the fridges at the back wall of the store. She noticed who it was and quickly turned the other way.

Who goes shopping like every day?

She placed the box she was holding down on the shelf and picked up a new one from the cart next to her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the shadow of the person walking around. She placed a few more boxes in their place before seeing the figure walking closer and closer. She grabbed a box and held it up beside her face to cover her from view.

"Hey," she heard the man bark.

She turned around the opposite way and looked down at the box of chocolate cake mix.

"I'm talking to you. I know you saw me," he said.

Was he the one following her now?

She turned around and looked up at him. "Can I help you find something?"

"I was looking for you," he said.

"M-me? For, for why?" she asked, "I mean for what reason...s?"

He chuckled, "Don't tell me you're scared of me."

"I'm not but I just don't want to fight right now, I'm in a good mood," she said.

"Right, well... I have a question for you actually," he said.

Her cheeks flustered a soft pink. She definitely thought he was attractive, no doubt about it, but his personality was frankly an issue. An issue that might cause her to say no.

"Don't worry I'm not asking you out," he said.

"Oh, what a relief," she lied.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing..."

"Well I have cut on my lower stomach... and you seem to know a lot about stuff about cuts and about cleaning so I was wondering if you could tell me if it was infected?" he asked.

She laughed and he gave her a stern look making her quickly shut up. "Sorry... Um yeah, where is it?" I asked.

He lifted his hoodie up revealing a blood-stained· bandage. Beside the bandage though, Sadie could see his well-toned body covered in tattoos. He pulled the bandage off revealing the cut to her.

She focused and squatted down to look at the cut closely. As she examined it and pressed around it seeing his reaction, she came to a conclusion. "It's not infected, but if you don't take care of it, it could get infected."

"Okay, how do I do that?" he asked.

"Well you need to go to a doctor and get some stitches after you clean it, but you can wash it with mild soap and warm water then pour some betadine on it," she answered.

"I can't go to a doctor..." he said.

"Well, then, you, could do it yourself if you have all the materials," she suggested, "even then you should still see a doctor. There's a medical center that helps those without insurance, downtown if that's the issue."

"No, that's not the issue... Um, could you do it for me?" he asked.

"Me?"

"Did I not just say that?" he asked.

"Jeez relax," she said, "I'll do it. You need to get a first aid kit with a needle and nylon sutures in it."

"Okay, what time are you off?" he asked.

"At four," I replied.

"Okay, I'll wait for you outside," he said before walking away.

She was confused. Why did he ask her of all people? Why couldn't he just go to a hospital?

The next two hours went by pretty quickly and she was soon walking towards the front of the store ready to leave.

Once she stepped outside she saw him walking back and forth as he smoked another cigarette. When he saw her, he put the cigarette out before she could say any of her remarks.

"Okay, where are we going to do this?" Sadie asked.

"Your place," he said.

"Uh, I don't know how I feel about bringing a stranger to my place," she said.

"I'm not going to murder you," he said, "but fine we'll go to my place."

"Good to know..."

He began walking and she followed behind him. She was a bit scared but not scared enough to make her run away and not help him. Besides, he could actually be a nice person or some serial killer, who knows.

As they walked she asked, "How much further? I'm going to have to walk all the way back to get my car."

"I'll drive you back," he mumbled.

"Okay," she nervously said while looking around. She was now in a part of town she had never been to. They approached an old building covered in graffiti and she stopped.

"What?"

"You live here?" she asked.

"Yes is there a problem?"

"No..."

He continued walking and she slowly walked behind him. They walked up a pair of foul-smelling stairs until they were on the third floor. He walked to the end of the hall and took his keys out, slamming them in the keyhole before turning the lock and opening the door.

She slowly stepped inside after him taking in the old moldy apartment. The first thing she saw was a red couch that looked brown from how dirty it was. A woman and a child were sitting on it while a couple more kids sat on the floor.

He gave the woman a nod and she nodded back before we walked down the hallway towards another door. There was a small TV playing the news, a table, and a kitchen filled with dirty dishes.

She caught up with him and watched as he opened the door.

She couldn't be that unsafe if there were a woman and children living here too. But she questioned why they were living here, with him. After all the kids looked nothing like him.

"Is that your wife and kids?" she asked.

He chuckled and shook his head as he walked into the room.

"Oh."

The room wasn't any different than the rest of the apartment. A small mattress rested on the blue carpet. A box served as a nightstand with a lamp on it and then there was a safe on the floor. Clothes laid on the floor and on the mattress. In the corner of the room was a fridge with lots of bottles of alcohol on top of it and bags of chips beside it.

"Here's the first aid kit," he said handing her a white box with a red cross on it.

She kneeled and placed the box on the mattress before reaching for the lamp and switching it on. "Okay face the light, and take your shirt off."

He smirked before taking the shirt off. She scanned his beautiful body quickly before opening the box and grabbing the gloves. She slipped them on and began peeling the bandage off.

After looking through the box she said, "Do you have vodka?"

He smirked once again walking over to the fridge and grabbing the bottle of vodka from it. She took it and took the lid off before abruptly pouring it on the cut.

"Ah fuck!" he groaned.

"Sorry," she said grabbing a gauze pad to clean up the blood that started rushing out.

She got the needle and sutures ready before pushing the cut closed and beginning to thread the needle into his skin. He groaned again throwing his head back as he let indefinite curses out.

"May I ask how you got a cut this deep?" she asked after a long while

"None of your business," he managed to get out.

"Well since you asked me to do this I believe it has become my business," she said as she got to the end of the cut.

"Someone tried robbing me," he said.

She chuckled, "What a lie."

"Don't believe me then," he said taking a deep breath in as she finished up by closing the wound.

She placed the antibacterial cream on it the placed couple of layers of gauze pads on before taping them onto his skin. "You're all done," she said standing up and taking her gloves off, "You can remove the stitches in like ten days, keep putting ointment on it, and switch the gauzes once they're really bloody."

"Where'd you learn to do that?"

"It's not like it's something elaborate and difficult," she said.

"So I'm supposed to believe that you magically knew how to do it without instructions?"

"Maybe, but... why did you ask me?" she asked.

"Because you knew about the caffeine thing and told me to clean my cuts so I guessed you would know more than I did," he said.

She reached for the tube of cream and handed it to him, "Put this on the cuts on your face, stop getting into fights if you can't fight."

He snickered, "Was that supposed to offend me?"

"Looks like it did," she said noticing how mad he was getting.

"You're acting so brave and you don't even know me," he said, "you don't know what I'm capable of."

"The cuts and bruises on your face tell me otherwise," she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

He suddenly slammed her into the door, "Stop."

"I'm not afraid of you," she said before pushing him away, "Also, a thank you sounds good right about now."

"Thank you," he said, "now get out."

"You said you'd drive me back," she said.

"Well I change my mind, guess you'll have to walk back."

She rolled her eyes and turned towards the door. "I helped you and this is how you repay me?"

"Fine, let me get my shirt on."

She smiled to herself watching him put his shirt on before opening the door up.

They walked down to the street where he unlocked a BMW and got inside. She was surprised because he was living in an apartment in a small room with some strangers but managed to have a BMW. She got inside and put her seatbelt on before he turned the car on and drove away.

"Did you steal this car?" she asked.

"Shut up."

"Okay."

After a complete silence, she looked out the window before asking something else, "Maybe you could sell the car and get a better place."

"Did I not just tell you, to shut the fuck up?"

"Stop being so rude! I've been nothing but nice and friendly to you," she said as the car stopped in front of the store.

"You have no idea who you're messing with, now get out," he said.

She rolled her eyes and pushed the door open before slamming it shut and beginning to walk to her car.

Once she was in her car sitting in silence she realized how stupid she was for going to some strangers house and stitching him up. Oh well, she was indifferent to death anyway. Even if she could have gotten murdered she didn't care. She knew better than to be afraid and scared. She had been scared for enough of her life, it was time to be brave. All of her life she had given instead of taking, it was her motto. She always tried helping those in need.