you’re Oda

A bloody corpse of a young man is lying on your front porch.

The corpse’s chest is moving up and down faintly. It is not a corpse, it is alive.

The place he is lying is in the middle of the stairs that lead to the front porch. The bloodstains continuing down the cracked concrete stairs look like he has been crawling.

You look at the young man, at the road, and the sky, and at him again.

What should you do with this nearly-corpse in front of your eyes?