The girl reached out one filthy hand to the door, and it swung open.
    _Never thought I’d be pleased that the door hadn’t latched properly,_ thought Richard, and he carried the girl in–closing the door behind him with his foot– and put her down on his bed. His shirtfront was soaked in blood.
    She seemed semiconscious; her eyes were closed, but fluttering. He peeled off her leather jacket. There was a long cut on her left upper arm and shoulder. Richard caught his breath. “Look, I’m going to call a doctor,” he said quietly. “Can you hear me?”
    Her eyes opened, wide and scared. “Please, no. It’ll be fine.’It’s not as bad as it looks. I just need sleep. No doctors.”
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    “I’ll be fine. Tomorrow. Please?” It was little more than a whisper.
    “Um, I suppose, all right,” and with sanity beginning to assert itself, he said, “Look, can I ask–?”
    But she was asleep. Richard took an old scarf from his closet and wrapped it firmly around her left upper arm and shoulder; he did not want her to bleed to death on his bed before he could get her to a doctor. And then he tiptoed out of his bedroom and shut the door behind him. He sat down on the sofa, in front of the television, and wondered what he had done.