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."
"We can't stay out here," you say. "And we're not going back into your apartment. I don't even know if the door will lock." You tuck the flashlight into your waistband and reach down to wrap an arm around the girl's neck. With the other hand, you lift her arm across your shoulders and get her up to her feet. She's nearly dead weight, though you can't see any wounds on her other than her hand and forearm, and you have to drag her back across the floor to your apartment.
Once inside, you seat her on the couch, then lock up your door tight. You head to the bathroom with your flashlight and get the first aid kit from your tiny medicine cabinet. Heading back out, you set the flashlight down on it's heavy end, so that the bulb points toward the ceiling, creating a sort of dull lamplight in the room.
"Hold out your hand," you say, opening the first aid kit. "Let me get you fixed up."
"Are you some kind of doctor or something?" She says, still sniffling and crying a bit. You shake your head no, then offer a shrug.
