The Man That Saved My Life

I looked up to see a handsome man. His black hair wet but his green eyes were full of sorrow. I blushed when I realized that I was a mess. "I think I need to go to the hospital," I chocked on the remaining water in my mouth. The man picked up my saturated body with a grunt, "My name is Andrew, Andrew Lewis. Remember that name." Andrew Lewis, that name seemed familiar but I didn't get to ask any questions as I passed out from a mix of anger and exhaustion.

It must have been hours after this strange but handsome man saved my life. I was laying still on the hospital bed frozen, unable to move. Until I heard the rattle of the curtain surrounding my bed. I jolted up to the sight of my parents, disappointed and disgusted with what their youngest daughter has become... a frail woman with a broken foot and no explanation of how it happened.