A Promise to Remember
"Are you okay?"
Getting no response, I panicked and pulled out my phone. "I'm calling 911."
Only then did he crack an eye open, frowning. "It's you again."
I was annoyed, but urgency took precedence. "You're really messed up. Let's get you to the hospital."
"Mind your own business," he spat, his lids dropping again.
I dialed anyway. He was shivering in just a black hoodie, so after a moment's hesitation, I shrugged off my red down jacket and draped it over him.