Chapter 7

“That wasn't quite what I expected for a Friday night” grumbles Penelope, snorting with the effort of sustaining the weight of the unknown man among us.

“If it serves as a consolation” I grumble in response to the strong snap on my shoulders, where the man's armrests “I would have preferred to suffer from a sad episode of the House of the Dragon in the company of a generous jar of ice cream than to try to save the life of a stranger.”

Pulling the mild air into my lungs with a difficult swallow, I face the illuminated facade of the hospital, reminding me that there was no longer a cold breeze involving us when Penelope parked the car close to the curb of the Lingerie store to save us, ten minutes ago.

The man passed out with his head hanging softly to the side, however, remained cold and inert. My friend helped me put it in her car, and I couldn't be more grateful for not hearing any complaints from her about all the blood that soaked the man and his clothes. During the tr