"Kit...we hit someone..."

Those words left Jace's trembling lips ever so slowly, he starts to pace around the front of the car with both of his hands roaming in his hair. I quickly stepped out of the car, there was a small dent in front of it, several spots of crimson were on the lid of the engine.

I hesitantly walked towards the front of a car to see a young woman laid face down in front of the car. Her long dark hair was covering both sides of her face while a small bohemian bag was underneath her left arm. She didn't budge an itch.

Oh my God...

"Is she dead? Oh my God, she totally is! Look at her!" Jace's frantic words overlapped one of them as I knelt down towards her body.

The headlights of my car shone on the woman. There were bruises collected all up her rich brown colored skin, she wore a pair of dark denim shorts and there were holes in her red jacket. I gingerly lifted her up in my arms, her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly agape. There were scratches along her face and there was a light scar at the crook of her neck.

However, her chest was rising. That meant she was alive.

I lifted my head up to face Jace. "She's alive."

Jace had a look of relief on his face. He sauntered towards us slowly. "Thank God, we should drop her off at the hospital." Jace suggests, kneeling down to face her.

"No."

A raspy but feminine voice emerged from the young woman's mouth, her eyes slowly open, revealing her hazel brown eyes. Her trembling hand snuck towards my shirt, it enclosed into a tight fist.

"You're...the fucker that was driving right?" She retorted, her voice turning sour by the second. I deserve getting cursed out right about now, I wasn't even focusing on the road, I was busy arguing with Jace.

She struggles to raise her head. "Listen here dickhead. Just leave me here..." She choked out.

Is she nuts? She literally got hit by a car and now she wants to be left out at the side of the street to die? Maybe she doesn't have any money to afford being in the hospital...

Jace snapped me out of my train of thought. "What are we going to do Kit?" He asked, his eyes darting towards me then the woman.

I'm sure as hell not leaving her.

I use my free hand, scooping my arms underneath her knees while my arm wrapped around her back. Jace shot me a bewildered expression, his eyebrows raised so high that they disappeared behind his bangs. "What are you doing?"

"We have no other choice Jace, she may not have health insurance and I'm not leaving her here." I answered while standing up, her body coiled into my chest.

Jace grabs the young woman's bag before scurrying back into the car.

"Fuck." I glanced down at her once more, her arms crossed over one another unconsciously, her eyebrows twitching as I carried her towards the backseat of the car.

When Jace and I went to college together, I was taking classes to become a nurse...until we dropped out the second year.

I wonder what's about to happen when this woman wakes up...if she does.

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"Man I don't know about this..." Jace sighed as he gazed down at the woman who laid rested on my bed. She remained unconscious the whole time. Jace ran his hand through his hair as buds of sweat ran down his forehead, he kept reminding me that this was simply a bad idea and that we should've just taken her to the hospital anyway, just in case she was suffering from bone fractures or internal bleeding. My first aid kit was in my hand, Jace kept rambling about how he was too young to be in jail and that he still had a long life ahead of him.

I turned to Jace. "She probably doesn't have health insurance." I shrugged. "Or maybe she's on the run." I half joked only for his face to pale again.

"This is crazy, I feel like we kidnapped her." Jace exclaimed theatrically, his eyes widening as he took another glimpse at her body.

I placed my hand on his shoulder.  "Jace get it together man, I will take full responsibility for whatever happens in the future. Your name won't ever be brought up when shit hits the fan." I reassured him, he started taking deep breaths.

He glares at me. "You're blood. 'Nuff said, I'm not letting you jump the bridge alone."

That's how our bond worked. Whenever we did something risky, we face the consequences together, when we got into that mess with Vinny, we had been joined by the wrist with almost everything. "No matter what." Jace added.

"No matter what." I repeated.

"You should head home. I'll take care of her." I suggested while turning towards the bed.

Jace didn't protest. "I'll be back on Monday, I have to visit my mom tomorrow."

With those parting words, he left. Leaving me to face this young woman alone.

The light shone on her bruised ebony colored skin, she was tiny....tinier than I perceive normal people because of my height, but I could see her ribs protruding from her skin. Her long silk like hair clung to her face while her chest heaved up and down.

Has she eaten?

I decided to stop asking questions that I possibly won't get the answer to. Carefully, I started checking her body for any wounds that can be deemed fatal.

My hand went for her zipper, as I unzipped her jacket, my eyes landed on her stomach.

A sun shaped tattoo surrounded her belly button. The woman wore nothing but a black bra underneath her jacket.

You're only helping her. She's injured Kit. I kept reminding myself as I removed her jacket completely.

Who was this woman?