Five hard knocks on the door at 10pm woke me up from my nap. I being the best roommate ever woke my roommate up to open the door because I thought it was our friend Himesh being his annoying self.
It was not.
Now my roommate being lazier than I rolled around in her bed ignoring me while the knocks kept on going. At this point I was frustrated and annoyed because if I recall I was in the middle of an amazing dream.
I rushed to the door to stop the banging and to my surprise it was our next door neighbor. We had briefly spoken the first time we moved in and of course the occasional hi and bye when we met up in the elevator but that was about it.
I quickly noticed her finger bleeding and panicked a little. So like any normal neighbor I asked her what was the matter?
At this point she was slurring her words and could barely stand up straight, so again panic mode kicked it and I threw the closest thing to me at my roommate to wake her up. By the time my roommate jumped out of bed the next door neighbor had almost lost consciousness and I was the only thing holding her up at this point.
Both my roommate and I stood there for what seemed like an hour but in actuality was really like 10 seconds completely clueless on what to do next.
My ‘superwoman’ senses kicked in at some point because next thing I knew I had managed to half drag her into our room and on a chair and gotten paper towels for her bleeding finger. My roommate then decided we should probably call the RA phone because after helping her onto the chair we didn’t really know what to do next.
Surprise surprise none of us had the number.
The next best thing was to go down to the RA office on the first floor. Both my roommate and I wanted to go to the office because honestly we were too scared to stay up not knowing what to do next.
I being closer to the door rushed out and didn’t look back. The first elevator was on the third floor going down so I ran to the second elevator and pressed the button.
Waiting for that elevator was the longest 30 seconds of my life that I couldn’t take it anymore so I took the stairs.
I, the laziest person on this planet ran down 7 flights of stairs in my socks occasionally slipping or missing a few steps, almost ending my own life to end up in front of the RA office with no RA to be found.
I was starting to lose hope when I got a phone call from my roommate saying that our neighbor was now feeling better.
I go back up, with the elevator this time and my roommate explained to me what happened during my absence.
Our neighbor got up from the chair and ran to the toilet. After a minute or so she felt better but was confused as to how she even ended up in this situation. So she was basically more confused than we were. At least she felt better.
The next morning on our way to school we saw a piece of paper taped onto our door. During the night she had wrote a thank you note and stuck in on our door. That was the cutest thing ever so my roommate and I took the paper and stuck in in our room as a reminder of the time we saved someone’s life. We obviously didn’t but we felt pretty good about it and I got a workout from that experience.