Will Blent

You had finally escaped your abusive boyfriend. You had sprinted out of the house and you were still running. Blood poured from your nose and lip and you were covered in bruises and blood. You spotted a clinic and quickly rushed in panicked. There was a cute boy standing behind the counter on his phone, looking bored. It looked like no one was there. He looked up at me in concern. "Ma'am? What's wrong?" He asks looking worried