Chanyeol just wanted to be a Good Samaritan. Not all good deeds pay off. ForewordThe stranger shifts weakly, looping his arms around Chanyeols neck and shivering.Chanyeol carefully waddles to his umbrella and crouches with his legs wide like a heavily pregnant woman, dumping the accumulated water and tucking it between his neck and the mans arm. "Ill just take you myself, okay? Its not far." He actually isnt sure where the hospital is, but he can ask whoever is braving the rain or step in a store. "Whats your name? Im Chanyeol.""Baekhyun," the stranger mumbles."Sorry to meet under the circumstances." Chanyeol squints up at the sky, offering a silent curse to the thick clouds. "Do you know what happened?""Yeah." Hes not very forthcoming, and it really isnt Chanyeols business, so he doesnt press for answers.