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"See you later Kat! Talk to you tomorrow!"

You wave at your friend Kat down the hall with groceries in your other arm. You turn to your door, get your keys, and go inside. You have long black hair one honey brown eye and a vivid green eye. You're slender slightly short and have a beauty that only those of Greece have. You're wearing a blood red blouse with a white jacket, black long flowing skit and nice red high heels.

"Home, sweet home." You sigh. You live in a small apartment on the fourth floor of a crummy apartment building. One bedroom, one bathroom, and a combination kitchen/living room. What used to be a hallway closet is now your very small, very cramped laundry room(you refuse to do your laundry in the laundry mat across the street) across from your bedroom. You go to the kitchen and put down your groceries.

So you to put away the groceries. After doing that, you go to your room, log onto your computer and begin to chat with your online friends.
Ivy81: Kat, you there?
Katbelle: Yeah, Ivy. I'm on.
Ivy81:What are you doing tonight?
Katbelle: I was going to go out with my new boyfriend.
Ivy81: Who? Jake or Steve?
Katbelle: Neither. I was going to go out with this guy Micheal he's really nice and.......
Ivy81: Kat, you there?
Katbelle: Yeah. Sorry. My oven beeped. Anyway......
*knock* *knock* *knock*
Ivy81: One sec, Kat. Someone’s at the door.

You go to answer the door. You look through the peep hole and find a tall guy leaning up against the wall opposite your door. He has short black hair, messy and un-kept. He's wearing a long black trench coat, a red t-shirt, black jeans and black pumas. He seems to be holding his stomach. Then you noticed that there was blood streaming over his arm.
OMG! He's bleeding! You think.
You open your door and help him in. You place him onto your couch and start peeling off his clothes.
"Aaahhhhh! Don't do that! That hurts!" he screams at you as you slowly peel off his blood drenched shirt. Although he's yelling, he seems to have a sense of calm in his voice.
"It's the only way I can clean your wound. Now hold still." You yank at his shirt one more time. It finally comes off, ripping blood stained skin with it. He winches in pain. Just then your phone begins to ring.
"One minute. I just need to get the phone and I'll Be right back to finish." You got the phone in the kitchen and answered. It was the manager.
"Hello, Mrs.Kawasaki. How are you today?" You ask her, going back to the injured man.
"There have been a few complaints from the other residents, saying that they hear roaring and screaming coming from your apartment. Is everything all right?"

"Yeah. Everything fine. I just have the TV on too high. I'll turn it down."
"OK. Sorry to bother you. Good-bye."
"Bye." You hung up the phone. "You need to stop yelling. I'm getting calls from my manager saying people are complaining. If I get anymore complaints this month, I'll get kicked out. You need to grit your teeth and bare it, or else I'll get kicked out, OK?"

He looked at you straight in the eye for the first time. They were a soft and gentle brown. Full of pain, sorrow, and despair as well as happiness, caring, and kindness.
"All right." he said calmly. You go to your bathroom and get rubbing alcohol and a clean washcloth. You go back to the living room.
"This may sting a little." You poured a little alcohol on the washcloth and placed it on the cut across his stomach. He groaned in pain, teeth clenched and bared. Trying to make conversation, you asked him his name.
"Andrew. What's yours? Aahhh." he moaned in pain.
"Ivy. What brings you to my door step? Why didn't you go to a hospital?"
"Your apartment was closer. I was attacked just outside as you were going in the building with your friend."
"How did you know this was my apartment?" You ask ,"Are you a stalker or something?"
"It's too hard to explain now. Aahhhhh." He grit his teeth. "Just please finish."
"Your lucky, you know. It wasn't that deep a cut and I can stitch it up in 30 minutes. How did it happen, anyway?"
“Uhhh....... Gang fight." He answered with uncertainty, as if he just made it up. Like he was lying.
"Right." You doubted it. "Well, Andrew, I just need it stitch it up. Is that all right with you?"
"Yes. That's fine. Why do you ask?"
"I'm a doctor. I need to ask your permission by law. It's considered surgery."
"I see." He nodded in reply. You left to go get thread and a needle. When you got back, he was gone, and your window in your living room was open.
Oh, no. He can't do that. He'll get hurt even worse! You thought. You ran to the window to look for him, but he wasn't there. He was nowhere in sight.
Where did he go so fast?
You go to put the needle and thread away and to back to your computer.

Ivy81: Kat , you still there?
Katbelle: Yeah. What took you so long?
Ivy81: You wouldn't believe it if I told you.
Katbelle: Try me.
So you end up telling her every detail.
Katbelle: Wow. Really!?
Ivy81: Yeah.
Katbelle: You were right. I don't believe it. Are you sure?
Ivy81: Yes. This guy is in mortal danger. I'm going to look for him now. Logging off. Bye!
Katbelle: Ivy, wait!

But Kat was too late. You logged off and got your black coat. You left your apartment, locked it up, and went to go look for Andrew.