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but I have to turn to get
my bag. As I grab it, I realize the guy is right behind us.
    “Sara,” Damian says in a ‘you’re in trouble young lady’ voice, “Run!” I
don’t wait for him to say anything else. I sprint for his car and hear him
yelling, “Get in and lock the doors!”
    I don’t ask questions. I just get the doors locked in time for the man
to hit the door and try to open it. He raises a fist to hit the window, but
Damian grabs his arm and throws him away from the car. I turn to unlock the
door so he can get in.
    “Leave them locked!”
    I watch in horror. The man comes at Damian throwing punches and
kicking. I see him take something out of his pocket. It’s a knife.
    “Damian! Watch out!” I shout as he turns toward him.
    Damian knocks the knife away but it grazed his arm. He’s bleeding and
he looks like he is gonna have a seizure. The man looks at him and thinks
better of his self. He runs back down the street and Damian falls to the ground
when he is out of sight. I unlock the door and run to him.
    “Are you okay? You’re bleeding. We need to get you to a doctor. That
looks really bad.”
    He shakes his head. “I’m fine. It’s just a scratch. Let’s get you home
and out of the rain. He rips his shirt and ties a piece around his arm where
he’s bleeding. We walk back to the car and he drives me home.  

Chapter Seven
    Damian pulls into the apartment parking ramp. We get out and take the
elevator to my floor. Neither of us talks on the way up. When the elevator
stops, I walk to my door and I unlock it. I start to go in, but he just stands
there.
    “At least come in and clean yourself up. Maybe I can find you some sweats
you could borrow and I could dry your clothes.”
    He looks up at me, “I can’t. I have to go. I mean, what if your aunt
comes home?” He starts to walk away but he trips.
     “Damian. You’re in no condition to go anywhere. I think my aunt would
understand that I invited you in because you’re bleeding all over the hall.”
    He smirks, “It’s not that bad. Maybe I will come in for just a minute
though. Where’s your bathroom?”I show him to the bathroom and insist that he
lean on me on the way there. I leave him to get cleaned up and rush to the
closet. I know that Aunt Lynn kept a box of Dad’s old sweats in there so I
could put them on whenever I missed him. I grabbed a pair of pants and a sweat
shirt, carried them back to the bathroom, and knocked on the door.

“Can I come in?” He opened the door and my mouth dropped. He had his
shirt off and if he wasn’t bleeding I think I would have stared at him for
hours. “You need stitches! I thought you said it wasn’t that bad.” I made him
sit down on the toilet seat and grabbed the medical kit from under the sink.
Aunt Lynn had bandaged me up enough times that I knew the routine. I swabbed
his arm with Betadine, dried it off, and started putting steri-strips on it.
When I finished my makeshift stitches, I wrapped his arm with gauze. “There, if
you won’t go to the hospital, at least I can keep it from getting infected. Do
you know that guy?” I dabbed his lip where it was broke open with a damp wash
rag.
    “His name is Bane and in case you’re wondering, no he isn’t my friend.”
    I find a scratch on his shoulder to fix. “I didn’t think he was. Why
did you do that? You didn’t have to save me.” I was trying to look anywhere but
in his eyes. I was running out of places to clean up. I moved to a spot on his forehead.
“Last one. There, good as new. Well almost.” I turned to the sink and started
cleaning up my mess.
    He stood up behind me and I looked up to see him behind me in the
mirror. “Yes, I did.” He looks straight into my eyes in the mirror. My knees
felt weak.
    I broke the gaze. “No you didn’t. Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate you
doing it. But,” I drop the first aid kit and as I bend to pick it up, he kneels
beside me. He puts the first aid kit on the sink and takes