Fainted

"Ariana!" Shirley screamed her name.

As soon as Ariana got into the apartment, she could finally let go of her emotions and before she knew it, she slumped down, unconscious.

Shirley quickly rushed forward, grabbing her. She wanted to take her to the hospital but she couldn't lift Ariana up.

"Please help me sir! My friend is heavily covered in blood and I am afraid she might-" Shirley dashed out of the house hoping to get a cab but none was working at this time of the hour.

But thankfully a neighbor was about going out. Hearing Shirley's voice, he quickly walked toward them.

"Oh, my God. What happened to her?" The man asked and quickly followed after Shirley towards where Ariana was on the floor.

Her clothes were still wet and there were few bloods stain on her wet shirt.

"Come on," The woman carried her and they got inside the car and drove out of the place.

"Please help me! I need a streacher!" Shirley yelled the instant she got inside the hospital.

A nurse turned towards her dir