In another part of the park, a man was in the midst of his nightly jog. He observed the quiet beauty of the nature around him as he went, the tall majestic trees with their long, thin, limbs, the delicate, little flowers, and the gently swaying grasses. When he had jogged a little further into the park, he noticed something; a dark, quivering lumpy shape in the center of a clearing of trees.

As he neared the shape, he saw that it was a girl. She had a dark liquid running down her arm; the man drew closer to see what it was until he was directly behind her. He saw that the liquid was blood, flowing quickly from a long, deep, vertical gash from the inside of the girl's wrist to halfway down her forearm. She had a knife in her hand and was bringing it towards her arm, sobbing.

"Stop!" The man yelled. The girl jumped, startled, and turned to look at the figure behind her. "Please," he added more quietly. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"I… I was… what does it look like I'm doing?" She replied, switching instantly from fearful whispering to sarcastic, defensive mode.

"Well, I know that you're cutting your arm, and it appears that you are trying to kill yourself," he said, trying to keep the worry out of his voice and not succeeding.

"Yup," she replied in a hollow, emotionless tone.

"I have to take you to the emergency room," he stated, now openly panicking, taking out a switchblade, and cutting a long strip out of his shirt. He bent and attempted to tie the strip around the girl's arm.

"No!" She screeched, frantically trying to crawl away on her knees and one arm. "What do you think you're doing? You'll stop the blood; and you can't take me to the emergency room, they'll just stitch me up and haul me off to the loony bin! You can't do that to me! That's so much worse than death, being locked up like that; you can't understand! Get away from me!"

The man paused, shocked by the girl's reaction. "Please," he said, "you can't die on me."

"Why? Why should you care if I live or die? You don't even know me; I mean nothing to you; I'm just some stupid, overemotional teenager who ruined your night by trying to kill herself in the park you were in. I'm just an inconvenience, a burden, not only to you, but to everyone. I deserve to die."

"You didn't ruin my evening and you don't deserve to die, let alone by your own hands, alone, in this park. You deserve life and happiness, every human being does. There's a certain sanctity about life; it's one of the few things that every being is entitled to. I want you to live. I want to protect that sanctity. I want to help you have the chance at happiness that you deserve. Please. Let me take you to the emergency room. Let me help you see that you have that chance."

"Okay," she whispered.

The man tied the piece of cloth around the girl's arm and helped her to her feet. He supported her with his arm as they slowly and carefully made their way to his car. Before they reached the car, she became dizzy and fainted.

She awoke in a hospital bed with stitches in her arm. She wasn't completely aware of her surroundings yet, but she was able to catch a few words from the hospital staff. "…suicide attempt… blood transfusion… said not to notify the family or admit her to the mental hospital…". Her vision went bright and fuzzy and she blacked out again.

The next time she awoke, the man was at her bedside. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"I think so. Thank you," she croaked.

"What's your name?"

"Lilly," she answered, "what's yours?"

"Louis. It's nice to meet you, Lilly."