The breath of air fleeting from the man's lips startled her a bit, words murmured she cold put no meaning to. She could barely even think to try and decipher what language it was, the girl more worried with the poor man's condition. He looked terrible. Terrible, but alive. He started to move. 

Involuntary, she jolted back a slight bit, watching with wide-open eyes as the man struggled to get to his knees. Her voice was frozen in her throat, refusing to form words. Knives glistened in the poor light, jutting from his body like needles from a voodoo doll. By any frame of logic, he should not have been able to move. Yet, he did. The man, however, didn't get far. Within mere moments, he collapsed.

“Shit... shitshitshit.” Alex muttered to herself in slight panic,moving beside the man. This was not good, not good at all. The ammount of blood staining the pavement was truly worrisome- he'd be bleeding out soon if she didn't stop it. But, she had no clue what to do -remove the knifes? It might just make it even worse! Phoning the ambulance was no optionwith her dead battery. What if she ran back home and placed the call?

But what if he died in the meantime?

First aid demanded she'd not move the man. Shout for help. That was the first option. But would there even be anyone to help? 

“HELP!” She shouted at the top of her voice, hoping someone would help her. “SOMEBODY? HELP!” 

Her eyes turned to the man.She wasn't prepared for this. She didn't know what to do! She didn't know how to stop the bleeding! How would you put pressure on wounds where the blade was still in it?