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

Other nurses noticed. They teased me gently at first, then with curiosity. I called him a friend, even though I barely knew him. Somehow, it felt true.

On the fifteenth night, I couldn’t avoid the question anymore.

“Marcus,” I said, stopping in the lobby, “why are you doing this? Why do you keep coming back?”

He shifted uncomfortably, eyes dropping to the floor. For the first time, he looked unsure.

“Because I should’ve been here sooner,” he said quietly.

The words landed heavier than anything else he could have said.

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