Give her first aid, then take her to the hospital.

You find the first aid kit, and begin treating Tina. You clean and bandage the cut on her nose, and put an ice back on the bump on her head.

Eventually she comes to. She jerks around, looking around quickly, trying to make sense of the situation.

“You’re safe,” you say, “I’m Chris, the guy who just... bumped into you. You’re in the bathroom, and I patched up your wounds. You took quite a spill, but you’re fine now. How do you feel?”

Tina relaxes, looking at your chest.“I think I’m feeling better. Thanks so much for helping me, I’m lucky that I bumped into you.”

“Or unlucky, depending on how you look at it,” you say with a wink. She stands up to go, but you grab her hand to hold her back.

“You should get checked out by a doctor,” you say. “You had a nasty fall. Let me take you to the hospital.”

“If you say so. I don’t even remember what happened.”

“Which is why you should be seen.” You take her hands and help her off the counter, then you put an arm around Tina to brace her.

You chat a bit on the car ride to the hospital. She gives you a hard time for bumping into her, but she’s LUL as laughing about it. She’s cute, maybe a bit clumsy, but definitely cute. You decide to ask her the big question when you pull up to the hospital door.

“Hey, I think your really nice, and I was hoping we could maybe hang out together sometime. Think I could get your number?”

She gives you an overly serious look. “As long as you promise not to knock me over again!”

“I promise!”

“Alright, deal.” You both take out your phones and exchange numbers. She gives you a hug and you part ways.

As you drive home, you notice a pink bag on the floor of the passenger side. Tina must have left it behind, you think to yourself. You pick it up and snap a photo of it from the outside. You send Tina the pic when you get to your car.

“Forgetting something?” you add to the text.

You drive home and bring the bags to your room. Your phone died on the ride home, so you plug it in and put the bags in your closet. You have dinner with your parents, play some video games, then go up to your room and check your phone. You see three messages from Tina:

“Thanks so much! Please don’t look inside!”, and...

“Hello?”, and...

“OMG I’m so embarrassed. Write back!”

You send her a text back immediately; “hey Tina, sorry my phone was charging. I haven’t opened your bag. I’ll just keep it in my closet until we meet up, and I promise I won’t peek inside.”

You lay down in bed, and she texts back; “thank you so much! You’re a total sweetheart!”

“It’s not crack, is it?”

She replies right away; “it’s actually meth ;)”

“Oooo let me have some! XD” you reply.

She tells you that she had a minor concussion, but that the doctors say she’ll be fine in a few days. You text back and forth a bit, and eventually you agree to meet for a date the following weekend. You just need to think of a place to take her.