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Chapter 1
Jessika slammed her fist on the counter. The door was pounded on once again. Glancing at the clock which read 3:00 AM, the 19 year old college senior reluctantly began to make her way towards the door to her apartment. It was Christmas Eve and, as usual, her roommate, Leon, was with his folks, leaving her to prepare for their final semester of college alone. Jessika wrenched the door open to the freezing pre-dawn air, a fresh flurry of snow whipping in. There on her doorstep stood a tall teen, around her age, with soaked, curly, violet hair, a pale complexion, and silver eyes shadowed with pain. His punk-street clothes were soaked with slush and blood, and his hands clutched his stomach where most of the blood seemed to come from.
"Please, let me in," he pleaded, words dripping with pain. He stood barely out of the doorway and made no move to enter without permission.
Jessika hesitated, noticing his footsteps led to every door up to hers. "O….o.k. Let me take a look at you." She planned for a carrier in medicine so helping this stranger couldn't hurt, right? The teen staggered into the apartment, relief crossing his face. He had to catch himself on her shoulder and Jessika helped him to a chair in the kitchen, sitting him down. "Wait here." She trotted to the shared bathroom, grabbing a couple towels and the first aid kit from the rack. She returned to the stranger and placed the supplies on the table. "Alright, I'm going to have to take off you jacket and shirt to treat your wound, o.k.?"
The teen nodded, a wary gleam adding to the pain in his eyes. He removed his hands from his stomach and allowed her to remove the clothes from his upper body. A gaping hole gushing blood was in the place where a human's bellybutton would be, stretching from side to side. Jessica gasped; then quickly recoverd herself. "Oh my, gosh," she whispered as she wiped away the blood with a now wet cloth. What had seemed to be a gaping hole was really a tear that started small and widened before shrinking thinly again. It is as though someone has taken a knife to this boy. Once the wound was cleaned, Jessika wrapped it with bandages from the kit. She tossed the towels in the washing machine beside the table, filling it and adding soap.
"What's your name?" The teen whispered behind her.
"Jessika. I'm a senior here and once I'm done, I plan to go to med school to become a surgeon. Sorry I don't have any stitches, I can get some tomorrow; my main concern right now is getting you to bed." She turned to face him, open anxiety on her face. She paced forward, offering her hand and helping him to his feet. He stumbled with her help the sofa and she lowered him onto it. Grabbing a blanket off the arm of the sofa, she spread it over him, tucking him in.
"Thank you, Jessika," He whispered, eyes closed. His face looked heavenly in the shaft of moonlight filtering through the window; but for the rings under his eyes.
"No problem…" She trailed off, not knowing his name. Jessika sighed, not bothering to wake him for he already drifted into sleep. She settled down in the chair beside the couch to watch over him as he slept, her eyes drooping as the first ray of dawn lit up the sky. Annoyed, she pulled the curtains so no light filtered in at all before settling down and slipping into slumber beside her first ever patient with a smile on her face.