She was the first one to act, taking her phone out to call an ambulance but Izaya grabbed her hand before she could. “Cab,” he wheezed out, clutching the stab wound to apply pressure.
Confused, she did as he asked and soon enough the two of them were in a cab going back to Izaya’s apartment in Shinjuku.
And she dresses the wound as best as she can, her hands shaking as she stitched him up. They tried calling his doctor friend, Shinra, but he wouldn’t answer. They tried calling his secretary, Namie, but she wouldn’t answer as well.
“S-sorry,” she stuttered. “Does it hurt?”
“Plenty, yeah,” Izaya hissed out, feeling lightheaded. “There’s anesthetic in the drawer, be a dear and–”
The next day, when Izaya woke up, he found a worried looking girl staring at him. “You’re awake!” She cheered quietly. “We should really get you to a hospital, you know.”
He waved his hand dismissively. “I know a doctor, he’ll asses the damage.” He sat up the, wincing a little as pain shot through him. Still, he smiled. “Why would you assist a complete stranger?”
The girl tilted her head. “It’s the natural thing to do.”
Izaya hummed. “Have you ever heard of the bystander effect?” He asked, his smile growing wide in absolute delight. “Outlier, are you? Or maybe you’re the type who’s self righteous? Brave? Or would seeing the body of a dead man guilt you?”
The girl looked deeply confused, if slightly offended. “If I didn’t help you, you would have died.”
“And for that, I am truly grateful.”