20. Blood (America)
Having been conscious the whole time, you knew your leg was bleeding and you knew it wouldn't be long until you would die from the loss of blood.
When someone came up to you, they looked down at you and said something, but you couldn't hear anything but someone's muffled voice and your vision was cloudy so you had no idea who it was.
Whoever had stopped to look at you wrapped you leg in cloth, picked you up and carried you towards the road to wave down a taxi. You weren't sure where they were taking you, but you passed out in the car before you could arrive wherever it was.
Your eyes flutter open and you're in a hospital bed, unsure of how you got there. There was a man sitting in a chair in the room with you. "You're awake," he said.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Alfred. The one who picked you up and brought you here. You shouldn't mess around in those alleyways. Scary people live there."
"Then why were you there."
"I'm a guy, they're mor likely to leave me alone. You, not so much."
"I see, well, thank you for rescuing me."
"Anytime," he said, smiling.