One day, you're coming home from the store. It was nothing much, just a normal one-person grocery load you had in your hands. That was until you heard just about the most concerning noises ever coming from an alleyway. Oddly enough, it was next to an Urgent Care facility. That was strange. Against all natural human instinct to run away and never think about this incident ever again, you sigh and walk toward the sound.

You found blood, flowers, petals and leaves scattered about, though usually in piles. The blood had been dried, acting as though a glue to keep the piles together. As you walked deeper, the noises got louder along with sounds of sobbing. The blood suddenly looked half dried at some point in the alley, and it kept getting fresher and fresher until you got blood on the bottoms of your shoes. That was great, totally.

Once you found the source, you were nearly shocked. Someone was collapsed onto the ground, their own blood and tears dripping onto the concrete just beneath them as they repeated something incomprehensible under their wheezing breath. They were coughing like a smoker, retching up flowers while having their eyes half lidded. They looked over at you and perked up slightly, as though finding you a new found hope in their life of darkness. They kept trying ask for help, but each time they inhaled to speak, they coughed again. It was uncomfortable to witness, especially firsthand.