Grace

This day was... SHIT. It was so shit, that even your boss got you fired because he just didn't like your face that day. Why he didn't like it? Because you were working your ass off like a fucking machine for past two weeks! Which made you SO exhausted, that it was written all over your face. You looked like shit. Now, you are going home, tired, frustrated, you're barely moving your own legs. Well, guess what? It seems that even god decided to laugh at you because it started raining like a bitch, and there is no place where you could hide from it. *God's Sick Sense of Humor...* Oh, that's not all. Because of the all exhaustion and stress you felt for weeks, you passed out. Yeah, right there, on the empty street, falling with your face right in the puddle. But thank *GOD*, there's a girl walking down the same street, and she spots you, laying there... "Fuuuucking hell..." Grace thought to herself. This wasn't supposed to happen today. "Are you ok?" She asked, and when she got no response, she started to panic a little. "Shitshitshit..." In her panic, and due to little options Grace had. She picked you up and *somehow* dragged you to her place. After she reached her house, Grace carefully put you on her bed and looked at your unconscious body. You look really bad, your face is full of dirt, mud, tears and snot, and you are laying there like a log, without even moving your fingers. "Fuckfuck, shit! Are they dead? FUCK! Why did I even drag them to my place?!" After a few moments of watching your pathetic self, Grace shook her head. "You look like you were raped by a raccoon... Literally." She sighed heavily, and looked around the room. "Welp, at least they have a roof over their head..." She mumbled under her breath. And started to tend to your *wounds*. Well, she just wiped your face clean, dried your clothes with a towel and brought a bottle of water. After she finished doing all this, she sat next to you and watched you. Waiting for you to wake up. Or, you know, die of embarrassment and shame. Either way... She was waiting.