Chapter Text
The date was december, 24 2010
Kevin’s pov
It was cold outside, of course it was cold outside, it was Christmas Eve, the day of cheer and happiness, everywhere filled with laughter and smiles, and I hated every second of it. As I walked through an alleyway, the long, straight path covered in soft snow and ice, I came upon a person… a person?
They were slumped against the brick wall, panting and badly injured. Their upper half leaned on a fallen trash can, arm covering a large gash, the other one was holding them up. The person looked to be a young teen and was covered in snow. “I don't want to deal with this,” Kevin whispered to himself. He was planning to keep his head down and continue forward, but then he thought, “What if they died? Would that make me a murderer because I didn’t call for help?” He sighed and walked to the stranger, annoyance plastered all over his face.
Ash’s Pov
The snow all over me was freezing, making my body shiver and twitch. Gosh, I knew this was a bad idea… And look at where it got me. More snow fell on my head until it stopped… It stopped? There was something in front of me, or more of someone, was it human? Of course, it was human; it looked human at least.
“Hey kid, you doing okay?”
Am I doing okay? They asked if I'm doing okay!? When they LITERALLY see me bleeding out to death? “Do I look okay to you? Shitty dumpling...” I shot back, mumbling the last part.
The man crouched down in front of me, glazing over my damaged body. I got a better look at his face; he looked about in his 20s-30s. He had dirty blonde hair and light tan skin, which, to be honest, goes well with his light blue eyes. His shoulder touching hair looked rough and messy, but I don’t know if it was just me, because his hat was hiding it somewhat. My admiration soon got interrupted by the man’s voice.
“Jeez, kid, watch the attitude.” The man said but I could really care less, I was getting dizzy, shit, if I don’t get the bleeding to stop, I’m most likely dead.
“Do you need help or something?”
“No shit, Sherlock,” I mumbled, Glaring.
Kevin’s Pov
Ugh, this is one of the reasons I hate kids, what an attitude, guess it can’t be helped. “Can you stand?” It would be so much easier just to pick him up.
“No,”
I could barely hear him, “Want me to call 911?” I’m already taking out my phone to call them,
“No!”
I flinch at the rise of voice.
“No. I’m fine without them.”
Is this kid stupid? My first thought was “Okay, then no hospital.” I put my phone away. “Can you just…”
‘thud’
He passed out…probably because of the blood loss. I sighed and picked him up and threw him over my shoulder. “Stubborn kid.” I muttered, walking back to my college campus.