Ask the woman her name.
From Create Your Own Story
You pull her arm gently to look at the wound in the light. You're no medical professional, but it doesn't look all that deep. You figure if you clean it, wrap it, and get her to her a doctor soon, she'll probably be fine.
"So, what's your name, and why haven't we met before?" You ask.
"I'm Claire," she says, reaching up to wipe the last of the tears from her cheeks. You introduce yourself in return, then go back to tending her wounds.
"I think you're going to live, Claire."
"Did you kill him?" She asks, point blank.
"Who?"
"My boyfriend."
"I don't think so," you say, trying to focus on the task at hand. "I think he's just out cold."
"What do we do when he wakes up?" She asks, a hint of terror in her voice.
"Relax. He wont' find us here. And if he does, the door is locked."
She sighs softly, turning her eyes down to examine her wound.
