I got back from one of my usual work nights, walking my way home. I was walking on the sidewalk, always on guard of a potential aggression, momentarily detending myself each time I passed under a streetlight. at one point, I saw something about 30 metres (100 feet) ahead of me. It was a body. My helping nature took over and I ran to the still living but unconscious person, which I examined rapidly. It was definitely a girl, no doubt about that, her clothes were ripped and torn, and she had a very nasty cut on her chest, going from her left shoulder to her sternum. It possibly hurt some of her intercostal muscles. She had also a few other cuts and bruises on the rest of her body, but nothing major. I decided to take the girl at my home to help her recover.
We went to my house and I opened the couch-bed so she could sleep for the night, bandaged her cuts and disinfected her bruises. I gave her a final gaze and I noticed how peaceful she looked, even beaten up as she was.