The man immediately stopped his actions upon hearing Jemima's shout. He got up from Sam's body, Ian, who looked frightened, stumbled backward, while Mat, whose hand was injured earlier, quickly moved Sam's body, intending to leave the place, abandoning the dirty streets.
After the three men left, the mysterious man sat down exhausted. He appeared tired and moments later, he fell unconscious. "Hey, wake up, what happened?" asked Jemima, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, some vagrants approached her. Jemima was scared, thinking they would attack her. "Quickly call an ambulance or a taxi, Miss." "Yes, your helper must be seriously injured." Jemima felt relieved as the vagrants approached to help her. However, she was slightly annoyed that when she was attacked earlier, none of the vagrants helped her, except for this one person. Oh, how foolish! Jemima sighed inwardly, and immediately called an ambulance, and a few minutes later, the paramedics arrived, taking her and her helper away from that place. Upon arriving at the hospital, Jemima and the man were promptly treated. However, only the man received an IV and serious treatment due to his severe injuries. That night, Jemima stayed at the hospital to wait for her helper to wake up. She didn't want to leave without thanking or repaying him. The next day, the man woke up in confusion, realizing his tattered clothes were no longer on him, replaced by strange pajamas. There was a tube in his hand and several bandages covering his wounds, making him realize he was being treated at the hospital. "What happened to me?" he muttered. Looking around with a headache and foggy mind, as he tried to get up, he felt someone holding his hand tightly. Glancing to the side, he saw a woman sleeping next to him, holding his hand firmly, her head resting at the edge of the bed where she lay. Gathering his senses, the man tried to recall who the girl was. "Sa-rah..." he whispered. The girl's face slowly lifted, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Are you awake? How do you feel now? Do you still feel pain in other parts of your body?" Jemima asked enthusiastically. The man seemed disappointed as the woman was not Sarah. He was reluctant to answer and leaned his head back on the bed. Why her? Was I too formal? Jemima thought, furrowing her brow, then gently rubbed her face, just waking up from a nap. "You can go home once you're fully awake," she murmured. "Do you have a place to stay?" Jemima asked. "Where do you live? Let me take you home," she continued. The man looked puzzled about how to respond. "Oh! What's the point of me babbling on, you probably don't have a place to stay," Jemima grumbled while getting up from her chair, looking tired, trying to stretch her stiff and sore waist. "Put on these clothes, hopefully, they fit," she said, handing him a black plastic bag containing a top, a fur-lined winter jacket, jeans, and even men's underwear. The man she was talking to seemed slow to react. "Hey, put them on quickly. The hospital bills will pile up if you linger like this," Jemima urged, preparing to tidy up her clothes. Upon hearing the word 'bills,' the man became self-aware. Even for someone he had helped, his life was not worth the hospital bill. Seeing the change in her helper's face, Jemima felt guilty. She didn't mean to offend or belittle his dignity. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—" "It's okay," the man interrupted, pulling out the IV needle still attached to his arm. "That should have been done by a nurse!" Jemima exclaimed, grimacing. "Sloppy!" she continued, snorting. The man didn't care, quickly changing his clothes. The clothes fit perfectly as if the woman had measured his body before buying them for him. "Are you a pervert?" was the surprising first question that came out of the man's mouth, leaving Jemima taken aback. "What did you say?" Jemima replied, annoyed, glancing briefly at the man who was now shirtless. Jemima immediately turned her face away. "My old clothes, where are they?" the man didn't care even though his first question was unanswered by the woman. "Thrown away." "Smelly!" The man could only say 'Oh,' appearing at a loss for words, while Jemima's mind was still questioning the meaning of the man's earlier statement about being a pervert. "Done," the man said. Jemima turned around, and in front of her stood the man in his changed clothes, looking very handsome. Jemima was captivated because, behind the man in shabby clothes from the previous night, there was a hidden handsome man. "Wait, those clothes fit perfectly. Do you think I measured your body by having you undress?" Jemima asked, making sure. The man's expression was flat, pretending not to care as the girl was confused and left to assume on her own. Isn't torturing someone unnecessary without hitting them? thought the man with a grin. "Ugh! Let's go home," Jemima invited after everything seemed ready. The man nodded and walked ahead. "Hey, not that way," Jemima intervened. "Where to?" the man asked, confused. "Anywhere but there, unless you have your own house," Jemima replied, looking at her helper. "Oh, kidding. Just follow me, you're free to leave when you feel better," she continued. The man nodded, scratching his head that didn't itch at all. Eventually, he decided to be shameless for the second time, especially since he had no money, his stomach was empty, and his body still felt sore. Unlike the man, Jemima thought differently. She felt uneasy about leaving the man in the same place as the vagrants, especially after seeing his appearance that didn't seem too shabby. A little grooming made him look like a magazine fashion model. Unintentionally, and with a flirtatious manner, Jemima began to think of other naughty things in her mind. "Ew, go away. Go. Go!" Jemima shooed, waving her hands at someone. "Are you shooing me?" the man asked. Jemima quickly turned back, feeling guilty. "No," she replied firmly. She felt embarrassed by her silly fantasies.When they left the hospital, the man thought the woman would hail a taxi for their transportation home. However, he was mistaken as he had to continue walking following the peculiar woman."Where are we going?" the man asked again, starting to feel tired.Jemima pointed to something quite far ahead."Bus stop?"Jemima nodded with a flat expression, "Let's consider it an exercise." She said."Wait, what's wrong with her? Aren't the job of vagrants to move around and walk endlessly?" Jemima whispered, not intending to be sarcastic. Of course, her question couldn't be heard by the man as she was speaking to herself.Finally, they arrived at the bus stop. The man followed Jemima and sat on the available seat. In the middle of the day in this winter season, there was not a single passenger waiting for any bus, except for the unemployed.The blue bus with the sign 'Springbrook Road' stopped in front of them. Jemima stood up and boarded the vehicle, followed by the man behind her. They sat s
Jemima appeared confused herself, even though she was the one who would cook the food."Which one do you want? The spicy one or the non-spicy one?" Jemima asked, waiting for the stranger's decision."It's up to you," the man replied softly. It would be best if that were all he said, keeping his curiosity about the package for later.Jemima seemed to choose between the two instant noodle packages carefully, then nodded to herself."Oh, by the way, what's your name?""My name is Jemima; you can call me Jemi," Jemima said, feeling happy to have someone to talk to like this.Hmm, his mouth couldn't stay quiet, thought the man as he sighed."Hey! What's your name?""My name is Jemi," she replied again."Ahem! My name is Julian, yes, Julian," the man answered hesitantly."Oh really? That's a nice name. I'm sure you're just bankrupt or kicked out of your house," Jemima assumed on her own."What do you mean?" Julian asked, not understanding the girl's words."Well, I mean... sorry beforehand,
The cold night in Coast Field City. "Let go! What are you doing!""Help… help, help,"Faintly heard a woman's voice screaming for help as she ran in fear down the alley where homeless people were resting. "Let go! Help... help, help!"One of the men among the homeless woke up and raised his head, looking around. He realized it was not a dream or hallucination because a few meters in front of him, he saw a girl being chased by three men. Despite the many homeless people around, none of them wanted to help the terrified girl being harassed by the three men. They chose to ignore and pretend to sleep.‘Alright, what a fool!’ thought the man. He remembered his recent unpleasant experience, why should he even care about the unfortunate girl who was a stranger to him? Since everyone else chose to remain silent, on what grounds should he act like a hero? "Just take her clothes off! Let's do it here!" shouted one of the three men among the harassers."Hey! She's mine, Sam!" another man yell
Although reluctant, Sam and Mat advanced together. They were ready to swing their fists, while Ian appeared to retreat because he underestimated the mysterious man. Jemima moved forward, in line with the mysterious man who had been protecting her. However, the man pulled Jemima back to stand behind him. Sam pulled out a sharp weapon, intending to end it as quickly as possible because he was disgusted by the unkempt appearance of the man in front of him. He also couldn't stand the odor emanating from the man's body. The mysterious man and Jemima took a few steps back, Sam began to launch an attack with his sharp weapon, but his target was Jemima. Fortunately, the weapon did not harm Jemima as it was blocked by the mysterious man's arm. "Hey! What are you doing, Sam?!" Ian shouted, seeing Jemima almost injured by Sam's attack. Both of Jemima's eyes widened in surprise when she saw blood starting to flow from under the sleeve of the shirt of the mysterious man who was currently pro