I sit on the cold, hard ground. The poorly bruised and bloody man's head rests on my lap. Sobs escape my lips as tears flood down my cheeks. He groans in pain and I look at the damage done to his face, only to wish that I hadn't. I look up and see him walking towards me. "D-don't come any closer." He bends down in front of me and leans in. He places a thumb on my cracked lip. His touch stings on the cut. "Are you afraid?" He asks me. I shake my head, another sob escaping my lips. "N-no." "You should be."