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spongetastic) wrote2010-03-15 01:38 pm
spongetastic) wrote2010-03-15 01:38 pm
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7sprompt: Faceless savior
"You're a genuinely good man. There aren't many of you left." - Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
The man took in heavy breaths as blood pooled around his leg. His eyes were wide, fearing that at any moment the amount of blood he lost would send him into shock. And there was no one around to help him. The streets were deserted for miles in every direction. He squinted his eyes into the sun.
Then suddenly a dark shape was blocking his view. The shape looked like a man but it was difficult to tell in his state. The dark man knelt down next to him and got out a knife. The wounded one trembled, thinking that surely this dark stranger was here to finish him off. But instead the knife was used to cut through the material of his pants and expose his wound.
The bullet was lodged deep into the skin. Without a word the dark stranger took out bandages and wrapped the man’s leg. All he could do was watch in shock. The stranger also gave him some water. A baseball cap was pulled low to shadow the stranger’s face. The stranger put his hand on the man’s shoulder and in the next instant they were in front of the emergency entrance to the hospital.
“How…?” he croaked out. He felt dizzy, though whether it was from his loss of blood or the sudden trip was hard to say. His faceless savior was gone before he could form better words. The only impression he got was of a scar cutting across the other man’s face.
The man took in heavy breaths as blood pooled around his leg. His eyes were wide, fearing that at any moment the amount of blood he lost would send him into shock. And there was no one around to help him. The streets were deserted for miles in every direction. He squinted his eyes into the sun.
Then suddenly a dark shape was blocking his view. The shape looked like a man but it was difficult to tell in his state. The dark man knelt down next to him and got out a knife. The wounded one trembled, thinking that surely this dark stranger was here to finish him off. But instead the knife was used to cut through the material of his pants and expose his wound.
The bullet was lodged deep into the skin. Without a word the dark stranger took out bandages and wrapped the man’s leg. All he could do was watch in shock. The stranger also gave him some water. A baseball cap was pulled low to shadow the stranger’s face. The stranger put his hand on the man’s shoulder and in the next instant they were in front of the emergency entrance to the hospital.
“How…?” he croaked out. He felt dizzy, though whether it was from his loss of blood or the sudden trip was hard to say. His faceless savior was gone before he could form better words. The only impression he got was of a scar cutting across the other man’s face.