Ask the woman if she'd like to stay with you for now.
From Create Your Own Story
"I don't have a choice, really," she says quietly, looking at the bandage on her hand and wiggling her fingers just a little before wincing in pain. "Something bad is happening outside, and I'm worried if I left that my boyfriend might just try to attack me again."
"Maybe we should get some sleep then," you say quietly. "You can sleep in my bed, and I'll take the couch."
"We're not going to be able to sleep," she says quietly, trying to keep her voice down as well. "Even if we could, with everything going on right now, that would be dangerous."
"Well, you get some sleep and I'll sit up and watch," you say.
Claire lays across the couch, carefully lying her arm down at her side. "Let's just sit here and talk for a few, please." She sighs softly. "I'm still pretty shaken up, and I need to get away from my thoughts."
"What do you want to talk about?" You ask.
"Anything," she says, giving you a soft smile.
"We can't stay out here," you say. "And we're not going back into your apartment. I don't even know if the door will lock." You tuck the flashlight into your waistband and reach down to wrap an arm around the girl's neck. With the other hand, you lift her arm across your shoulders and get her up to her feet. She's nearly dead weight, though you can't see any wounds on her other than her hand and forearm, and you have to drag her back across the floor to your apartment.
Once inside, you seat her on the couch, then lock up your door tight. You head to the bathroom with your flashlight and get the first aid kit from your tiny medicine cabinet. Heading back out, you set the flashlight down on it's heavy end, so that the bulb points toward the ceiling, creating a sort of dull lamplight in the room.
"Hold out your hand," you say, opening the first aid kit. "Let me get you fixed up."
"Are you some kind of doctor or something?" She says, still sniffling and crying a bit. You shake your head no, then offer a shrug.
