The Taste Of Blood

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Jocelyn had just finished her shift today. Although this was his first day of work, he had a fairly solid workday for his first day.

Because it arrived - suddenly the cafe where he worked became flooded with visitors, many want to try his coffee.

In fact, he only worked half a day, but the pleasure of his homemade coffee has spread to the neighboring city.

Makes him think that he is the key to luck for the cafe where he works. Really lucky charm from this cafe, narcissistic.

He packed a bag containing his luggage. His shirt uniform has also been changed with the clothes he wore when he left here earlier.

Ash-and-ash T-shirt and black hoodie with jeans. Daily clothes.

The clock has shown at 8 pm, actually the working hours of Jocelyn are only about 4 hours. It starts from 2 to 6 p.m.

But since this was his first day of work, he specifically wanted to prove a bit of his slackness by working full-time.

After telling the other employees that he was going home first, Jocelyn finally left, leaving the cafe where he worked with a feeling of pleasure.

First day in work, really goes well, inner Jocelyn.

He walked in a relaxed pace while listening to music from his mobile phone. The song accompanied his hearing on a dark night.

Until his stomach sounded the alarm as a signal, that his body needs calorie intake now. He forgot he hadn't had dinner yet.

Jocelyn walked by and saw one by one the shops and restaurants on the side of the road. Look at every street, try to find the place he's looking for.

There were so many places he could visit, but for now he had to save his expenses so that he could survive properly. No need to ask for extra money from both parents.

Jocelyn approached a convenience store and bought some groceries she could use to cook at home later.

Jocelyn chose groceries, in the form of meat, bread and even vegetables and fruit as ingredients to make dessert and main course for her to eat later.

After paying for his groceries, he left the store and rushed home without wanting to stop anywhere else. His stomach could not bear to be filled.

But it is really unexpected, whether it is called bad luck or luck, something comes to say hello.

At the end of the crossroads there was a man who had been drowning with a stab wound on his stomach and blood still flowing out.

Jocelyn sharpened her vision, trying to make sure what she saw was wrong.

But unfortunately, he did not find any filming property around him, indicating this was a real event.

The man looked very calm even though the wounds he had did not stop bleeding. In fact, he seemed like there was no intention to ask for help.

Only the phone held in his right hand, which he had just put back in his pants pocket.

Jocelyn looked around again and found no one. On the one hand, he panicked too. Fear of being mistaken for the perpetrator of the incident that befell the man.

Well, tonight does look a bit quieter than the usual night, making Jocelyn even more uncomfortable.

The blowing night wind was also enough to make Jocelyn's hair bristle completely. It felt like he was playing in a horror movie.

Being the first victim to die, of course!

Jocelyn tried to ignore the man by continuing to step up. But his human instinct can not just stay silent.

Just a few steps he passed through the man's body, now Jocelyn had turned back her body and approached the man.

He really couldn't let this guy die without at least trying to save that poor guy.

In fact, if later this man can not survive and survive. He will think about this business later.

But he does not know, the consequences of his actions will change his whole life. A threat to all the calm he has.

"Sir?, are you okay?"

The man looked at Jocelyn with his cold gaze and watched her closely.

His deep vision, Jocelyn almost dissolved in it, but he tried to focus. This man only needed help from her at this moment.

He looked straight into the woman's eyeball, then smiled knotfully.

"Young lady, it seems like this is not the right time to do good, what if I just pretend and actually intend to hurt you,"

The man said with eyes that could not be separated from Jocelyn, not to forget also the flat facial expression that adorned her pale face.

Ouch!

Jocelyn gave a clumsy smile after pressing the puncture scar on the man's body a little hard, and now her hands were covered in the man's blood.

"It looks like this puncture wound is real. Is there a number I can call?. At least these wounds need stitches. Let me take you to the hospital!"

Fresh Jocelyn while trying to beat the man up to stand up and make the man scrunch his forehead in wonder.

"Are you really not afraid?. Anyway, I'm a stranger. You shouldn't be like this to people you don't recognize"

The man rambled back but it seemed Jocelyn had no time to listen. He is more focused on what he is trying to do.

"I'll call 911, so you can get treatment as soon as possible. Your wounds look bad,"

Final Jocelyn without looking at the face of the man who now displays a look of confusion.

"I don't think it's bad, I've even had worse than this" the man said, disagreeing with Jocelyn's statement that she thought her injuries were severe.

Jocelyn rolled her eyes lazily, she stared pushyly at the man then opened her voice.

"I don't care about the wounds you've had before, whether they're worse or not, or even if you're close to dying anyway,"

"What's important to me is that now your wounds look bad and you need immediate treatment" Jocelyn said.

He pulled out his phone and pressed a barrage of numbers but the call was immediately interrupted when the man pulled his phone away.

"Please take me anywhere as long as it's not a hospital. I can't be in the hospital right now, you just need to provide the tools and I can sew them myself,"

Jocelyn was slightly surprised by the man's actions and her body became stiff. He was confused as to what to do in such a situation.

How'this?

He can't go to the hospital? is he not a fugitive? a criminal? serial killer?

Oh, my God, what am I supposed to do?

I can't take her to my house, can I?

Oh, C'mon. Think about Joe

His mind is deadlocked, there is nothing he can make an idea for now. The only solution he had was to take her to his house.

But this is very risky, especially this man is a stranger who he does not know his identity.

"Looks like you're thinking long enough, I think I'm gonna die soon,"

The man's words seemed to cut off Jocelyn's entire sense and made her unable to think clearly.

He looked at the wound on the man's stomach that was still bleeding and turned towards his face that had started to turn pale due to lack of blood.

He swallowed his own saliva. I don't know if this is the right decision or just an assumption of humanity.

But in the end he also issued the sentence, although in fact he was very unsure about all this

"Then, then...."

Come to my house!