Thank the heavens, the man spoke, offering that it was a shop called the Sleeping Dragon that he needed to go to. She knew that one. After all, it was only a few minutes walk from where she lived. She had never been inside, but she was aware of the building. Even without the name scribbled on the signs, it was easily recognisable as some sort of Asian shop. At least now she had an inkling of where to go.

And so, she started to make way to it, offering as much support to the man as she could muster. Their walk was an odd one, not quite unlike the staggering of two drunkards, swaying back and forth over the pavement. It was hard to keep a straight line when she was tottering on high heels, assisting a wounded man. But, they made it. It felt like a miracle.

A man came rushing out, worry in his eyes as he asked what had happened. He was quick to help Alex bring the younger man in, taking him to what seemed to be a massage table. There, they helped him up, before the man rushed to grab jars and cannisters filled with god-knew-what. Then, he thanked her, stating that she had saved the man's life, and if there was anything she needed, to ask. She was too overwhelmed to even think of anything. Right now, there were more important matters at hand. Like the wounded man before them. 

“Is there... Is there anything I can do to help?” She offered awkwardly, not entirely sure if there was any good she could do. "Do you want me to phone an ambulance?"