I was driving down the dark road by the woods. If I didn't have such good sight I might have missed him. Beside the road was a boy. He looked like he'd been fighting someone. His clothes were torn, his hair was a mess and he was covered in blood. I slammed on the brakes and jumped out of my car. I ran over to the boy. I knelt beside him and examined his wounds. I swore under my breath. I was worried as to what I should do. I couldn't leave him here but what if he turned out to be a murderer or something? I sighed.
"Can you hear me?" I whispered. He seemed unconscious but it was good to check. There was no reaction and I swore again. I thought I saw a slight movement out of the corner of my eye but I kept my focus on the boy. He looked about my age and his wounds were horrible. I knew my decision then. I tried to pick him up but he was heavy (which was saying something considering I am quite strong). I began to drag him toward my car as gently as I could. I laid him on the ground and opened the door. Then the tedious task of getting him in the back. When that was done, I got into the driver's side and began to drive too fast in my haste to get him back to my place. I was certain I saw a figure step out from the woods and watch my car as I drove away. When I looked back, however, they were gone.
I made it home in record time. Luckily we lived in an isolated and private area so I could get the boy out of the car without fear of being caught. Somehow I got him into the house and up to my bedroom. I lay him on the bed and rushed around, getting water and the first aid kit. I gently washed his cuts and then bandaged the worst ones. Then I hunted for some spare clothes. My dad was long dead but Mother kept some of his clothes as a reminder. I felt a twinge at using them but my unexpected guest couldn't wear bloody rags. I left them in his room along with a glass of water. If he woke then he'd probably be thirsty and wanting clothes.
I fell asleep on the sofa and was woken up, early in the morning, by the sounds of movement in my room. Quietly, I walked up to my room and knocked on the door.