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“Yeah, you definitely should be going. To the clinic.” I added with mild sarcasm. I thought us guys were the ones who played macho? When exactly were roles reversed?
“You do realise that you’re injured, right? I mean, it’s not that hard with the blood I can smell coming off you. You shouldn’t even be out this late on your own. Besides, if you stay in any of the hostels, they will be closed by now and even if by some stroke of luck, they are open, someone’s going to ask questions I have a feeling you really don’t want to answer.” I reasoned.
“Smell?” she asked.
“Yeah. That’s a story for another time.” which could be in a few minutes if she agreed to come with me.
“Anyway here’s my counter proposal: you can come with me and I’ll help to tend to your injuries and you can be on your merry and injury-treated way in the morning. How’s that sound?” I asked with what I hoped was a charming smile on my face.
“What makes you think I will not go and report this to someone?” she asked in a harsh voice.
“First off, let’s get that harshness out of your voice. It is warranted. Yes. But I am not the guy who beat you to a partially bleeding pulp 2 minutes ago.” I replied.
“Secondly, experience lets me know you will not be reporting your beatscapades to anyone because you have been with this person long enough for this,” I referred to her face “to be a regular and normal occurrence for you. Either that or you have a fetish for being smacked around like a piñata by a very enthusiastic man-child like the idiot that just left.
“In fact I dare say the only reason you screamed was because, he hit you in a place that hasn’t ever been hit before. Am I correct?” I asked with a hint of smugness in my voice. I can be a bastard sometimes.
“How do you know?” she asked with what I bet had to have been incredulity.
“Like I said, experience and the fact that you’re not the only female in an abusive relationship such as yours is also a pointer. So, where did he hit you?” I asked.
“I’d rather not say.”
“That must mean it’s somewhere you wouldn’t want a guy checking out, correct?” Silence, probably the embarrassed kind, greeted my ears. “I’ll take that as a yes. I’m still going have to check it out.
“It’s none of your business, ok?” Now she really was getting pissed. “I can handle myself just fine without someone I don’t know trying to save me. Just leave me alone.” She finished with what definitely sounded like a sob that was quickly gotten under control.
Being an asshole was going to have to be on hold as soon as I heard the sob. I touched her shoulder gently. “I am not trying to save you. I just want to help. You’re clearly injured and in no position to get a place to stay this late at night.
“I know you have no reason to trust me and I’m not asking you to. Just let me help you. Why don’t you come with me?” I asked. “You can take a shower, eat something if you need to and have yourself checked out just to be sure there’s nothing so bad that will put you in a hospital.” If there was sufficient skin on her forehead, I am sure said forehead would be wrinkled in thought and contemplation of the offer.