Note: This part is written from Andrew's POV. You will find out who he is later.

Chapter 2. Because I don't bother giving the chapters names.

It happened so quickly, I almost didn't realize what happened.

One moment I was walking down the street letting off steam from my recent verbal sparring with my parents, when I noticed a figure staggering awkwardly toward the middle of the almost deserted street when a truck was coming from the opposite way. The driver seemed to have noticed a fraction of second too late. The breaks screeched in pain and he slammed his hand violently on the wheel to honk obnoxiously when he was at least a few inches away. The figure looked up, was immediately launched, and collapsed to the ground with a dull thud.

I paused in shock, and then scrambled toward the figure. The truck driver seemed to do the same, only stopping to get up after tripping. I reached the person first. She was not so attractive, also counting the fact that she was completely covered in her own gushing blood. I put my two fingers at her wrist and felt a faint pulse. Good… she's still alive. I wiped the dark red liquid on my jeans and proceeded to pick her up while fumbling.

I got up and jumped at the face now right in front of mine. The gruff face of the truck driver stared back at me with cruel, beady black eyes.

"She okay," he asked in an icy voice.

"Yeah, I guess so," I replied. "Um… I guess I'll take her to the hospital."

"You do that. I'm not paying for this sh*t," he muttered under his breath. With that, he ran back to his truck, made a U turn, and sped off at an illegal speed.

D*mn… I thought. I paused to find her clutching her cell phone. I hesitated and began to look for a family member to call. Okay… menu… contacts… hmm… okay… I saw only one contact. I called it. I heard a ring, and then the phone was vibrating. Confused, I looked down at the phone to see that the only contact was Natalie Le… herself.

I sat baffled for a few moments, when I realized Natalie was still in my arms, bleeding on my white tee shirt. I swore and began running toward the nearby hospital. At least it's only a few blocks away, I thought, thanking my lucky stars. I wasn't thinking much about the familiar streets blurring by me. I was intent on finding out why the only contact saved on Natalie's phone was herself, why she was walking in the center of the street, why she didn't notice the truck, and how she was still breathing in strange intervals, unconscious in my arms.

I passed by the nearby family restaurant and turned the corner to face the hospital. I paused for a minute to catch my breath, and ignoring the burning sensation in my thighs, I ran toward the emergency room near the back of the building.

Bursting through the double doors and clutching a bleeding person was obviously not much of a surprise to the hospital personnel. They immediately called others and swept the injured girl away. The lady at the desk called me over after most of the chaos subsided.

"What are your names?"

"What?"

"The girl's name and your name."

"Oh. Mine is Andrew Tran, her name is Natalie Le."

Without looking up from her paperwork, she continued to ask me, "What's your relation to Natalie?" I should have told her that I had no relation to her, but my memory flashed back to her empty contact list.

"She's my girlfriend," I lied before I realized what I was saying. I was then having a war with myself in my head. 'No she isn't. What are you doing?' 'Well, I can't just leave her here alone. She doesn't have anyone for her.' 'That's because you were being a pervert and checking her phone! Besides, she probably does but you pressed something weird.' As I contemplated this, the nurse stopped writing and raised her head, looking at me with a blank expression.

"Excuse me?"

"What?"

"You aren't single… well… ehem, never mind me. So how did this happen," she asked shyly, looking from her thin, rectangular glasses.

"She got hit by a truck and the driver ran off. That's it," I said with finality in my voice. The lady opened her mouth to speak and closed it again after looking at my hard expression. I walked off and sunk into the hard hospital seat.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed her looking over at me a couple of times. She was pretty attractive with sapphire eyes and long, straight, raven black hair put into a sleek side ponytail. Her rectangular glasses were a light blue, making her eyes look more dramatic. She looked like she was in her early twenties and kept her white coat free of stains and wrinkles.

Getting bored, I yawned loudly and perched my feet on the chair beside me. Still not understanding why I was waiting for Natalie, I closed my eyes and began to doze off.