It was my last resort and I hated to do this, but he was the only person that I could count on remotely. Taking out my old, spiderweb-cracked phone, I proceeded to dial the number of an acquaintance of mine. I hated to spring this on him, but he's the only one that I can think of right now. Thankfully, he picked up right away.
"Hey, what's up? You never call me." declared the man's voice on the phone. I took a deep breath and stood up straight. Biting down my lip, I was unwilling to speak. Darn it, what do I even say? Hey, do you mind getting me some meat from the store downstairs? There's a dying wolfman in my kitchen who needs it!
"Hello? Are you there?" I almost dropped my phone at that moment in embarrassment. Deep breaths, Luna. You've got this. "Hey. Remember when you told me that you owed me a favour?"
There was a slight cough on the other line. "Yeah? You helped carry all of my boxes up the stairs. Why? What do you need?" Is it me or does his voice sound... hopeful? Never mind, I need to cut right to the point.
"I need you to go and get me some meat." There was a deafening silence, that made me feel so awkward inside. "Meat?" he asked, repeating what I had just said seconds before. "Um, what kind? Red, white?"
I turned towards the semi-dead man on my floor and suddenly remembered the random fact that red meat contains more iron and therefore would be better at helping this thing in my kitchen recover. "Red meat. Please bring it as soon as possible, thanks!"
I hung up shortly after that, falling to the floor, groaning. What an awkward and strange thing to ask my neighbour above me, and I was so weird about it too! In my defence, this is a pretty bizarre situation in itself. I turned and looked back at the weak 'wolfman' in my kitchen floor, who's eyes were now slowly fluttering shut before opening up again.
"Where is the meat?" he demanded. I could almost feel his order slam against my kitchen table. Who does this guy think he is? A royal? I got up and walked towards the sink to get him a glass of water. "It's coming. I've asked someone to go get some." And ruined any chance of making a friend out of him in the process, but hey, there's a dying man in my kitchen! What else could go wrong! It can only go upwards from here, right? Right?
"You have someone to hunt for you?" he asked, clearly curious about this situation. Hey, hold on, did he just say hunt? What era is this guy from anyway?
"Have you never heard of a supermarket?" He shook his head weakly, more and more blood staining my greyish-white tiles. Does blood wash out of marble? I really hope so. I bit my lip again when I noticed how he was clutching his stomach. I need to slow the bleeding or he'll die by the time that meat gets here.
Grabbing my hand towel, I walked towards him yet again. Having not learnt my lesson, he swiped his claws at me again, growling like an animal. I sighed, frowning at him. "Alright, bleed out all you want, but at least slow it down with this until your meat arrives."
I threw the towel towards him and walked out of the kitchen. The pain in my arm suddenly became more and more stagnant. It's nothing... I've been through worse. Compared to the tribulations that I've been forced to plough through, my problems make this wound seem so small.
I won't let anything else hurt me... I'll become as numb as I have to for that to happen.