Biker Pulled My Attacker Off Me Then Stayed All Night To Make Sure I Was Okay!

“You don’t have to stay,” I told him more than once.

“I know,” he answered each time, without irritation. And he stayed anyway.

When my roommate finally arrived, pale, furious, and crying all at once, Marcus walked us to her car. Watched until the doors were locked and the engine started. Then he nodded once and disappeared into the dark on his motorcycle.

I thought that was it. A terrible night softened by one extraordinary stranger. Something I’d carry with me as proof that kindness still existed.

The next night, I came back for my shift.

When I walked into the hospital, Marcus was sitting in the waiting area, folded awkwardly into a plastic chair far too small for him.

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