"But still, don't worry about it. I'm not. Jus' worried about you." The ambulance pulls up and Davin squints against the lights, keeping one hand on Bailey. "'course I'll come."

He hears, and understands, the desperation in Bailey's voice, the desire to not be alone. He wouldn't want to be alone either. He only lets go of Bailey so that the paramedics can load him onto a stretcher, and by that point the police have arrived.

"I saw everythin'," Davin says when they approach him. "I saw that guy muggin' my friend and he stabbed him before I could get to him, and I hit him with my clipboard and called all you guys."

The cops nod and a pair of them collect the unconscious mugger off of the pavement while another set takes all of Davin's information, asking him to come in later. "I will. Ya have my number an' I'll come in tomorrow, but I gotta go."

The cops wave him off and he sighs in relief, running over and hopping into the ambulance just before they close the doors. There's some protest but Davin sits down and puts his hand on Bailey's ankle. "Try an' stop me. I'm not leavin' him."