A man’s muscular arms reached down and pulled the piece of plastic out of my leg. For a second, I thought I was going to pass out.
I forced myself to look over at the man, but all I could see was his chiseled chest as he wrapped his arms around my waist and hoisted me out of my seat, cradling me in his arms. Looking down at his arm, I noticed a ﬂame-shaped tattoo above his right wrist. Strangely,
I didn’t ﬂinch when he touched me. The stranger laid me gently on the ground, releasing his hold on me I still hadn’t looked up at my hero.
“Thank you for helping me,” I said weakly.
“Why aren’t you healing?” His voice was calm and steady.
I looked up, confused, but in an instant, he was gone.