Phil darted out of the front door and into the rain, forgetting a sweatshirt or any type of coat. Within minutes he was soaked, but he searched for hours. The Wzrd couldn't track her down. She must not have her cell phone on her. He searched everywhere he thought she could be. The coffee house, music stores, clothing stores…He ran through the many little parks.
By 5:00, the sun goes down early because of winter, it was getting dark. No one was out, all he could see or hear was the pounding rain. He ran farther and farther away from the apartment. Before long, he was in a park he had never been to. Tall trees surrounded it and little lamps lighted up the trail winding through it. He soon had to stop to catch his breath. He bent down and rested his hands on his knees. A diluted trail of red water trickled pass his foot. He looked up.
"Oh my God Keely." Phil sprinted up the path to the bench where a unconscious Keely leaned against the arm rest of it. Her body was limp. Her right arm leaned over the edge of the bench, blood seeped down her hand from slits in her wrist and dripped onto the ground. In her left…a pocket knife. She laid there soaking wet in her black t-shirt and jeans.
"Oh my God." Phil whispered as he took the switchblade, closed it and put it in his pocket.
"Come on, come on Keels." Phil slipped his arms under her and carried her off.
He finally reached the apartment and laid her down on the couch.
"First thing's first." He said.
He went to the bathroom and ran a cloth under warm water. He pulled a chair up next to her and began to wipe down her wrists. He didn't stop until he knew each slit was clean and bandaged up. She still hadn't woken up when he finished. He needed to get her out of those dripping wet clothes. He went to his room and got some of his lounging pants and a long sleeve shirt. He came back and as gently as he could, he sat her up on the couch.
"Uh…sorry about this Keel." Phil said, feeling a little weird about he had to do but it was all for Keely.
He took off her shirt and was about to put on the long sleeve when something caught his eye. Another one. Another slice, on her stomach.
"Oh Keely. What did you do to yourself?"
He took the wet cloth and bandaged up her stomach.
The instant she was clothed in dry attire he went to the closet and took out as many blankets and the electric blanket. He turned the couch so it was facing towards the fire place and covered her up with all the blankets and plugged in the electric one. He then started a nice burning fire. He needed to make sure she was warm. For who knows how long, Keely was sitting on that bench in a t-shirt while it was raining in the winter. I mean come on…freezing.