Chapter 39: You’re hurt!

It's been a few weeks since I got the letter.

And I felt like I did the right thing, turning them down.

I was just taking a walk, to clear my head.

I had been getting hate mail, ever since I turned them down.

But it didn't bother me.

My family was more important than my career and fame.

They were my light, and I don't know what I would do without them.

They meant everything to me.

I was so lost in my thoughts, that I didn't notice that there was some guy not looking where he was going because he was to busy on his phone.

And tripped on a rock and fell on him, which knocked him down.

The air was knocked out of my lungs, leaving me trying to catch my breath.

I was so focused on breathing that I didn't notice that he got up.

" Are you okay?", he asked me.

" ...."

" Are you okay?", he asked again.

" Yes", I croaked.

Then I felt something wet drip down my arm.

I looked at my left arm , there was a deep bloody gash.

I slapped my hand over the wound.

I winced.

The guy noticed. " You're hurt!", he exclaimed.

" I ...know", I told him.

" Let me see", he told me.

I shook my head. " It's nothing", I told him.

He glared at me.

" Don't lie to me, I know your hurt", he said.

I shook my head again.

" No I'm not", I said stubbornly.

He pointed at my left arm.

" You're arm seems to be telling me otherwise", he said.

I looked down and noticed that he could see the blood rolling down my arm.

He kneeled down next to me.

Then he began to peel my hand away from the wound.

He studied it.

" Come on let's go", he said after a minute.

" Where?", I asked him.

" The hospital", he told me.

" No!", I yelled at him.

He sighed.

"Yes, you are ", he told me.

I crossed my arms over my chest.

" Make me", I told him.

He rolled his eyes .

"Fine have it your way", he said.

He picked me up and slung me over his shoulder and started walking.

I punched his back.

" Put me down!", I yelled at him.

" Nope, I'm good", he told me.