"How are you doing these days?"
Mick St. John looked over to his best friend of the last half century, Josef Kosten. The two were in Mick's apartment enjoying a glass of blood, or, as Josef so fondly referred to it as, non fat soy vegan blood. Josef returned the look, but with a look on condescension.
"Fine," Josef answered in a succinct manner. "Like I've told you."
"Just asking; that's what I do. Just as they were about to fall into a bout of testosterone driven men-don-t-share-their-emotions, Mick leaned forward. "Do you smell that?"
"This crap that you drink? Yeah, I don't know how you do it."
"No, something else. its definitely blood, but not type A its...AB." Suddenly, he bolted up, putting his glass down. He exited the apartment.
Josef, sighing, looked down into his own glass. He sat it down and stood up. "You know, this detective work and goodness take away the delight in delicious blood for me. Not that blood you keep here is delicious."
"Shut it, Kosten." Out in the hallway, Mick was in front of his neighbor's apartment, running his hand up and down the door. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath in. "She's bleeding."
"Who?"
"This girl. She's been living here a few months, but never have I spoken with her. I've only seen her in passing." He banged on the door. "Hey, open up! Are you okay?" No response. He jiggled the handle, but like any smart LA girl, she'd locked the door. "Dammit."
He took a step back and broke down the door. Much to Josef's annoyance, he ran inside. Josef growled.
"I do believe this is breaking and entering," he called, stepping over the remnants of the door. "I didn't know you were now going illegal."
"Call 911."
"Why?" But as Josef looked up, he realized why. On the floor, next to the couch, was a girl. Josef noted that she was at once probably pretty, but that time was long gone. Signs of worry whipped her body, and on her right forearm were long bloody lines- long bloody lines of a suicide attempt.
She sat in a pool of blood.
Without hesitation, Josef pulled out his phone. "Hello, operator, my name is Josef Kosten and we need an ambulance. My emergency? There's been a suicide attempt."