On The Sidewalk Bleeding Summary Novels & Stories

"God, you are so selfish, Jim. You won't lend him a cent, and on top of that, you keep slinging mud at him right in front of me!" Blaire let out a bitter laugh. "I've known him for years. Don't you think I know him better than you do?" I tasted nothing but bitterness beneath the metallic tang of blood in my mouth. 'Blaire... I've explained this to you so many times. Couldn't you just believe me once?' I thought. A few passersby rushed over. One of them immediately called 911, while another pressed down hard on my wounds to stem the bleeding. "Stay with me, man—don't you dare fall asleep. The ambulance is on its way!"

Brielle's Pov My backpack was strapped over as I walked through The Redlands college where I study was being greeted by the usual stares and whispers, judging eyes followed but I paid no attention to them. But the incident from last night kept replaying in my mind….. “What happened to him?” Caleb gasped when I dragged Killian inside and dropped him on the tiled floor, struggling to catch my breath.. “Why is he bleeding?” He pointed at Killian's soaked shirt beneath the leather jacket.

My cheek scrapes along the rough cement and it burns. A small sound escapes me before I can stop it. Fabric slides and flutters across the sidewalk as the thief scoops up whatever he can grab. Then he vanishes into the crowd like he was never there. Enzo drops the rest of the shopping bags and takes off after him. It’s useless. The man already has too much distance. People close in, voices rising, bodies pressing. Sophia and Elara reach me first. They push people back and kneel beside me. My head throbs, deep and steady, like a drumbeat starting behind my eyes.

Miranda led the long, snake-like procession as they started their power walk. The crowd was packed shoulder to shoulder. They took over the entire street while blaring their music. The ambulance did not dare to force its way through. It had no choice but to pull over to the side with its siren wailing while it waited. The doctor already started emergency treatment on Bradley, but it barely helped his condition. His vital signs dropped fast. Fifteen minutes later, the power-walk mob finally cleared out and gave way.

THE PARKING LOT INCIDENT. BRIDGET “Oh my God! Someone help!” I screamed, my voice echoing through the empty parking lot. My heart was pounding as I rushed toward the man lying on the ground. He was motionless, his body sprawled awkwardly on the cold concrete. Blood pooled beneath him, staining his white shirt a deep crimson. I knelt beside him, my hands hovering over his chest, unsure of where to touch without causing more harm. My mind raced with questions. What had happened to him? Who had stabbed him? Why was he here? But there was no time to think about that now. The man in front of me was dying, and I had to do something to help him.

_______ Helping one person might not change the whole world, but it could' change the world for one person - Noah. _______ Fortunately, the slashes on the forehead were just deep enough to reveal her skull, and the speed of blood loss was slow. Now, Sadie simply felt confused because of the long time excessive blood loss. If he had arrived any later, he doesn't know what the ghost would have done with Sadie! "I'm back with the medication, Sadie!" Marcel announced, while quickly entering the room to help Sadie, Marcel finally noticed the additional person in the room bleeding from his head.

Vale steps back, eyes wide—not with concern, but with fear of consequences. “I—I didn’t mean—” she stammers. But she doesn’t move or help. She just watches. I try to speak, but my voice breaks. “Please… help…” She turns away and leaves me bleeding on the sidewalk like I’m nothing. My hands shake as I reach for my phone, but it slips from my fingers and clatters to the ground. I sank to my knees, the world spinning, the city roaring around me. The world goes dark.

They started asking questions, things I couldn’t properly answer because my head was foggy and the pain had worsened and was interrupting every thought I tried to form. “Stay on the line, help is on the way,” the voice said. I nodded even though they couldn’t see me, my hand tightening around the phone as I tried to stay upright. I felt something trickling down my legs and slowly looked down, my heart already sinking before my brain could process what I was seeing. I was bleeding. It was running down my thighs, soaking through my clothes and dropping slowly on the floor. “No… no, no, no,” I said quickly, shaking my head.

The impact hurt, my shoulder blades immediately began to ache. Instinctively my knee came straight up, directly into his groin. He let go and backed away, hunched in pain. “Fucking bitch!” He yelped out, but he didn't retaliate back, which was unlike him. He glared for half a moment before taking off. “What the hell just happened?” I asked Lily. Pat interjected. “Mom's been trying her hardest to help him. It's slow progress, as you can see, but she really is trying. I'm honestly surprised he didn't go through with it.” This time, Pat did smile. “I'm also glad.”

In the background, the scream of sirens draws closer. And above that sound... ... another scream... drawn out... shrieking louder... closer... Heads turn, faces raise and the shouldering crowd abruptly disperses even further around me to clear a circle as something smashes down, like wet paper, onto the sidewalk, then lies still, a crumpled bloody mass. High above, I see another figure, leaning over the parapet, looking down. Even at this distance, I can make out the glint of sunlight on blond hair.