@saintcode | starter call.
the worry on her face slowly melted, replacing itself with a hopeful smile. “hey... hey. you okay? i almost called for an ambulance...” when he had seemed to black out on the park bench there was no way that the photographer could have left him alone. she had been sitting beside him out of concern and once it had seemed like he a little more lucid leaf took a moment to give him more personal space.
that was when she noticed the trickle of blood dripping for his nose, “ah, hang on... one sec, okay?” she had a handkerchief somewhere in her backpack -- ah! there it was. “here -- take this. i’ll stick around until the blood stops flowing and you think you can stand. is that okay?” even if it wasn’t she was probably going to all the same. she was worried for the stranger.










