I was running late for my morning shift at the diner when I saw Arthur lying on the icy sidewalk.
He was flat on his back, not calling out or moving.
I dropped my bag and ran to him. “Arthur? Can you hear me?”
His eyes opened slowly.
“Don’t make a scene.”
I helped him sit up. His hands were trembling, but not from the cold.
When I got him to his door, he stopped and looked at me in a way he never had before.
“What makes you help me?” he whispered. “I don’t deserve it.”
I placed my hand on his shaking shoulder.
“No one deserves to be left alone.”
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