[ WP ] Due to a system error you , an ordinary human , have just been assigned as somebody else 's guardian angel . You just have irresistible urges to drop everything and go to help this person out of tough situations .

`` Jesus lady! Are you O.K.?!'' 
 
 My head was throbbing. Everything felt strange, disembodied. I felt a pain against my chest, like someone had just blasted a bean bag round into me. I attempted to open my eyes, only to shut them immediately, quelling the queasy feeling that immediately rose within me. 
 
 I thought I'd heard a voice earlier, but all I heard now was ringing, accompanied by the occasional muffled noise of a siren. After a few tries, I managed to open my eyes slightly, my vision swimming for several seconds before it finally settled. 
 
 The first thing I noticed was my cracked windshield. Following the cracks to the right, I startled to see my passenger side door a lot closer than I remembered it to be. Glass from the window was strewn all over the seats, covering me in hundreds of cuts. As I surveyed my injuries, I saw fingers tapping on the glass to my side. I attempted to roll down the window before the man outside popped open the door. 
 
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 I struggled to hold the phone against my ear. The crash had left my right arm in disarray, some of the nerves severed by the worst of the cuts. Sighing, I finally gave up, turning on the speaker phone. 
 
 `` Ms. Adams?'' the phone questioned. 
 
 `` Yes, I'm still here,'' I said. 
 
 `` Alright. As we were saying, we can not cover the repair costs of your car. On closer review of the tapes, it seems you were at fault.'' 
 
 `` Oh, come on! You've got to be kidding me,'' I said. I'd already lost a few work days on this nonsense, not to mention all the awkward carpools I've had to endure. I swear to god, if I had to listen to Mike talk about how convenient it was that we lived in the same area again, I might just take it upon myself to fix that convenience. 
 
 `` Of course, Mr. Douglass was also at fault for running the red light as well,'' the representative continued,'' but the bulk of the damage done to your car was from the right side collision.'' 
 
 I sighed again. Ever since the accident, I've tried to piece together how exactly I ran the light. I knew it was red. In fact, I remember slowing to a stop right as the light changed... 
 
 `` If it helps, you could try to track down Mr. Douglass and ask if he'll help pay. By the looks of the tape, you basically saved his life.'' 
 
 `` I do n't suppose you'd help me with that?'' I asked. 
 
 `` Sorry, Ms. Adams. We do n't give out personal information. Have a good day!'' With a click, the line went dead. 
 
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 Kevin Douglass. Owner of a 2013 Subaru Impreza. Staring at his car, I could see a parking sticker to the local tech college in the area. Just a young punk, thinking he was invincible, blowing a red like that. Not that I was any better. Silently, I cursed myself for judging him. Moving to the house, I stopped at the door, peering through the porthole. The house looked neat, immaculate even. As if it was n't lived in, really. 
 
 It was a contrast to the neighborhood. A stereotypical urban setting, if I'd even seen one. Brick apartment buildings, with dozens of men and women sitting on the stoops. Empty lots, buildings covered with graffiti. I half expected to see a car blocks. Not a great neighborhood, really. 
 
 I was suddenly overcome by the urge to find something that I liked about this neighborhood. A colorful shop, or a historic building. Something like that had to exist in this dreary area. I began walking, making note of where the bus station was for later. As I got further and further away, the conditions of the buildings became poorer and poorer, the people reflecting their environment. 
 
 As I rounded a bend, I saw a few men circled around a young kid. He said something, and the men laughed, one of them slapping his arm around the kid's shoulders. I turned to walk away, but an uneasy feeling stopped me from going any further. I looked back at the kid. 
 
 All of them were smiling, but the contrast in their expressions could n't be larger. The kid wore a strained smile, and act that he looked like he was desperate to keep up. The men themselves wore grins of malice and menace, steering him further and further away from the view of the street. 
 
 `` Hey!'' I said. 
 
 Why'd I say that? A few of their men turned their heads towards me. Panicking, I tried to look away, but something compelled me to keep my gaze steady. Even worse, I began to speak again. 
 
 `` What are you doing with my boyfriend?'' I shouted at them. God, what the hell was going on? 
 
 The men erupted in whistles, joshing the kid around. `` Damn, Kevin, you've been holding out on us!'' one man said. `` I did n't know you were into older women, Kev,'' another followed. A third crudely made panting noises, thrusting his hips like an idiot. Kevin, for his part, simply reddened. One man walked up to Kevin, leaning in close to his ear, as if to whisper to him. 
 
 `` Listen, Kevin,'' he said, speaking loud enough so I could hear, `` you've got a choice here. Either you get me my money by the 5th, or,'' he gestured to me, `` I take more than just your car for a spin. Understand?'' 
 
 Kevin nodded, scampering away from the men towards me. I shot a glare at the catcalling men before following him. 
 
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 `` So you owe them money,'' I said, `` and if you do n't pay, they get to drive your car?'' 
 
 `` It's more of a repossession thing, really,'' Kevin said. 
 
 `` God damnit,'' I muttered. I came here for nothing, it seemed. I looked across the table at Kevin. His gaze was focused on the floor, his leg bouncing in agitation. I could see the wheels spinning in his mind, as he tried to figure out how to come up with the money. 
 
 Something in his look resonated with me. I knew that anxiety. I'd been there before. Well, I'd never had to pay off a group of thugs for god knows what, but money trouble was universal, really. As I got up, I felt my hand slip into my purse, pulling out my checkbook. With a flourish, I handed him a blank check, signed and ready. In an equally stupid motion, I pulled out a business card, writing my personal information on the back, before handing that to him as well. 
 
 `` Call me if you ever need anything,'' I said, closing the door on his bewildered face. As I walked to the bus stop, I sighed. I had no idea how much money I'd just signed away, but I knew one thing for certain. 
 
 This kid was going to ruin me. 
 
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