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  The blue and red lights tore through the darkness like a tidal wave.

  Two police cruisers screeched to a halt near the mouth of the alley, doors flying open before the engines had even quieted. Uniformed officers spilled out, shouting orders, fshlights cutting across the grimy walls.

  “Drop the weapon!”

  “He’s down… he’s down!” Marisol shouted, arms raised protectively over Bharath, her hand still pressed against his side.

  “Ma’am, step back…”

  “He’s the one who helped her! He’s been stabbed!”

  One of the officers knelt beside Bharath, who was starting to slump, his skin pale and slick with sweat.

  “Sir? Can you hear me?”

  Bharath blinked slowly, trying to nod. “Yeah. Just... dizzy.”

  Another officer jogged over to the young woman leaning against the wall. Her mascara had run down to her chin, her blonde hair was wild and tangled, but her eyes were clear now. Locked onto Bharath.

  “That’s him,” she said hoarsely. “He saved me. They had a knife. They were going to...” Her voice cracked. “If he hadn’t shown up, I don’t know what would’ve happened.”

  The officer at Bharath’s side looked up grimly. “It’s not a deep puncture but it looks like he’s been bleeding for longer than we thought. He needs stitches. We need EMS now.”

  Marisol’s face went white. “No, no. He said it wasn’t anything. He said…”

  “He probably didn’t feel it through the adrenaline,” the officer said gently. “Ma’am, he’s lucky. If this hit a little to the left…”

  “Don’t,” she whispered. Her hands trembled. “Don’t say that.”

  Bharath’s head lolled to the side. His eyes found hers.

  “You’re not allowed to leave me,” she said, her voice cracking. “You hear me? Not after all this.”

  He smiled weakly. “You’d yell at me again.”

  “Damn right I will,” she breathed, tears slipping down her cheeks.

  The ambunce pulled up then - lights silent, urgency in motion.

  Two EMTs ran out, bags swinging. They crouched next to Bharath, assessing quickly, efficiently.

  “Name?” one of them asked.

  “Bharath,” Marisol replied, brushing his damp hair back from his forehead.

  “Vitals are dropping,” the other EMT murmured. “BP’s low.”

  “Let’s get pressure on that wound. And he needs fluids stat.”

  They worked with swift precision: cleaning the wound, applying pressure, taping gauze down tightly. Bharath flinched but didn’t compin.

  The blonde woman - Sarah, as the officers now addressed her - walked over, shaking slightly. “Is he going to be okay?”

  Marisol looked up at her, eyes swollen with tears.

  Sarah’s own were brimming. “He saved my life.”

  Marisol nodded slowly.

  The EMTs lifted Bharath carefully onto the stretcher. He grimaced, but said nothing.

  “Hospital?” Marisol asked, already wiping her face.

  “Grady,” the EMT said. “Closest ER that can do immediate stitches and imaging.”

  “I’m going,” Marisol said.

  “You family?” one officer asked.

  “I’m his girlfriend and I’m not leaving him,” she said, fierce now, standing straighter. “That’s all that matters.”

  Sarah stepped forward. “Me either. He saved my life. The least I can do is sit with him while he gets stitched up.”

  The officer nodded. “Go.”

  Marisol turned away, when she saw one of the officers with a cellphone. She begged if she could use it to call home. The officer consented and gave it to her. Her fingers shook as she dialed.

  “Mami?” she said softly when her mother answered.

  “Marisol? It’s so te. What happened…”

  “I missed the train. I’m okay, I promise. I’ll be home early in the morning.”

  “Que paso ni?acita? You sure?”

  “Yes. I’m with friends. Safe. Don’t worry. Te quiero, Mamá.”

  She hung up before her mother could ask more.

  By the time she reached the ambunce, they were already loading Bharath in.

  Sarah held the door open.

  Marisol climbed in beside him, not caring about rules or questions or anything except staying close.

  Bharath looked up as they bumped over the first pothole.

  “You came,” he whispered, dazed.

  “Of course I came, dumbass.”

  He managed a half-smile.

  His hand reached out, fingers curling around hers. She took it instantly, holding tight, pressing it to her heart.

  “You scared the hell out of me,” she said.

  “I’d do it again.”

  “Don’t,” she whispered, leaning down, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “Don’t you ever put yourself at risk like that again.”

  He closed his eyes.

  “I saw her face,” he murmured. “She looked like she thought it was over.”

  Marisol turned her head away, swallowing hard.

  Sarah sat across from them, arms folded tight, shoulders shaking.

  “I’ve never been so scared in my life,” she said quietly. “I thought... I thought that was it. Until he just ran at them like - like a movie hero or something.”

  Marisol nodded, brushing away another tear. “That’s who he is.”

  Sarah looked up, meeting her eyes. “Then I hope he knows how lucky he is to have someone who sees it.”

  Marisol looked down at him - her sweet, stubborn, foolish boy - and kissed his hand again.

  “He’ll know,” she whispered. “Even if I have to tell him every day.”

  The ambunce sped through the night, a quiet hush settling between them - broken only by the gentle beep of the monitor and the soft hum of wheels against asphalt.

  The hospital room was quiet, save for the soft beep of the vitals monitor and the occasional rustle of nurses passing by the door.

  Bharath y propped against a pair of starched pillows, one arm wrapped in gauze and the other hooked to a saline drip. His skin was pale but the worst of the adrenaline crash had passed. A neat row of stitches marked his left side just above the waist - six of them, precise and ugly but safe.

  It could’ve been worse. Much worse.

  “You’re lucky,” the attending nurse had said. “Half an inch deeper and we’d be talking internal bleeding.”

  Now he just had to stay in observation for a couple of hours.

  Marisol hadn’t let go of his hand since.

  She sat on the small visitor couch, legs tucked beneath her, watching him with that same fierce tenderness she’d shown when he first colpsed. Her hoodie was rumpled, eyes smudged with worry and fatigue, but to Bharath she had never looked more beautiful.

  Sarah sat in the corner chair. Her shoulders hunched, fingers picking at a paper cup of lukewarm coffee. Her mascara was a faded shadow now. Her sweatshirt was oversized and torn at one sleeve. The earlier gratitude had given way to something more fragile. More broken.

  “You want water?” Marisol offered gently.

  Sarah shook her head. “Thanks. I’m okay.”

  “No, you’re not,” Marisol said kindly, but firmly. “You don’t have to pretend here.”

  Sarah let out a breath that was half a ugh and half a sob.

  “I didn’t mean to end up in the middle of the street crying for help tonight,” she said. “I swear I didn’t wake up thinking today’s the day I get mugged and saved by a guy with zero self-preservation instincts.”

  Bharath chuckled weakly. “Gd to be of service.”

  Marisol gave his fingers a squeeze.

  Sarah looked down at the crumpled cup in her hands.

  “I was walking home,” she said. “From... somewhere I shouldn’t have been.”

  Neither Bharath nor Marisol said anything. They waited.

  She swallowed. “I broke up with my boyfriend two nights ago. Derek. He... he wasn’t a good guy.”

  That much had been obvious from the moment she said they were going to hurt me.

  But there was more. You could hear it in her voice.

  Marisol’s gaze softened. “What happened?”

  Sarah blinked rapidly, her voice trembling. “He cheated. A lot. Lied. Maniputed. Always made me feel like it was my fault for being ‘too much’ or ‘too clingy’. And I knew… I knew… it was wrong. I wasn’t happy. But I stayed.”

  “Why?” Bharath asked quietly.

  Sarah gave a small, sad smile. “Because sometimes... being treated badly feels better than being alone.”

  Marisol reached for her other hand, covering it gently. “You’re not alone anymore.”

  Sarah nodded quickly, tears slipping down her cheeks.

  “I was supposed to go home. He offered to drive me. He said he wanted to talk. And stupid me, I believed him. Thought maybe we could end things like adults. Then we fought in the car. He started screaming, calling me names... and then he just pulled over, in the middle of God knows where, and told me to get out.”

  “Oh my God,” Marisol whispered.

  “I didn’t even have money on me,” Sarah said, wiping her face. “No purse. I just started walking toward the MARTA, hoping I’d find a cab or something. And then those guys came out of the alley and…” She shivered. “If he hadn’t shown up...”

  Her voice broke completely.

  “I’m pathetic,” she whispered. “Who stays with someone like that for years?”

  “No,” Marisol said firmly, gripping her hand tighter. “You’re not pathetic. You’re human. You loved someone who didn’t deserve it. That doesn’t make you weak - that makes you strong for finally walking away.”

  Sarah sobbed once, nodding.

  “And for the record?” Marisol added, gncing at Bharath, then back at her. “Who the hell cheats on a woman who looks like you?”

  Sarah gave a choked ugh. “Please.”

  “I’m serious,” Marisol said, wiping her cheek. “You’re gorgeous. Like, stupidly gorgeous. I looked at you and said damn, and I don’t say that lightly.”

  Bharath, still recovering from the chaos, tried not to say anything - but failed.

  “She’s right,” he murmured.

  Marisol gnced sideways at him, a smirk pying on her lips. “Behave.”

  “I was just agreeing with you,” he said weakly.

  Sarah ughed through her tears. “You guys are... unreal.”

  Bharath smiled at her - soft, sincere. “You didn’t deserve what happened to you. Not Derek. Not tonight. I’m sorry.”

  Sarah met his eyes, then Marisol’s.

  “Thank you,” she whispered. “Both of you.”

  Marisol looked back at her man. Her boyfriend, if she dared to call him that now - and realized something powerful.

  He didn’t just make her feel safe.

  He made others feel safe, too.

  Even now - pale, bruised, stitched - he was still thinking about someone else.

  She leaned down and kissed his forehead.

  “We’re gonna take care of you now,” she whispered. “And you’re not allowed to py hero again without backup.”

  Bharath closed his eyes and exhaled.

  “Deal.”