A bloodied figure lay sprawled upon his doorstep.

He stared, then spared a cursory glance over his apartment.

The day was young; sunlight filtered through leaves, trees whispered in an indecipherable tongue carried by the rustling wind. Tires groaned in the distance against the asphalt.

The longer he fixed his gaze upon the figure, the more it melded into the scenery. Yet, with each passing moment, he discerned its chest gently rising and falling.

An inexplicable weight settled upon his shoulders, a sobering reminder of his own selfhood. With a solemn resolve, he knelt, slipping his hands beneath your armpits, dragging you by the heels into the apartment.