The News

I turn on the tv and switch it to the news. There is a lady talking about a man that has been harassing women around the city, and he's been caught.

A mugshot of him is on the screen.

"Oh my god, that's that guy"

I put my hands over my mouth, I'm astonished.

Thank goodness Dylan was there, I thought to myself. "Im glad I met him"

As I said that I hear someone running down the hall.

My door swings open and Dylan hurried over to me with some medical stuff.

"Calm down Dylan I'm not that hurt" I chuckle.

He looks at me dead in the eyes, as a chill runs down my spine.

"Don't say that, you clearly injured yourself really bad, and it needs to be taken care of before it becomes worse."

"Alright, Alright" I said, "i won't joke anymore".

He scrambled through the medical stuff.

The tv flashes again with the same story.

"Look Dylan! It's that guy"!

His head turns quickly and his eyes widened.

"Holy shit, it is him", He said.

I smile ," I'm so glad you were there that day, if you were not there I can't imagine what would have happened".

I look down fumbling with me hands.

Why do I feel like this, I thought to myself.

He gets up and walks over to me, and grabs my hands. "I'm glad I was there" he smile at me.