The truth was that Adam had been attracted by the noise. Before his life went to hell - figuratively and literally - he hadn't exactly been a saint and university life had introduced him to night clubs and parties and profound confusion and hangovers in the morning. Not that he planned to turn into a party animal, but nevertheless Adam felt entitled to have a little fun and pretend that the world was all right for a night.
In retrospect Adam should have known that this was a stupid idea. He didn't even make it into the club when his gaze fell on a girl who bled profusely from her nose and some guy brushing past him and stumbling away into the darkness.
Adam contemplated going after him for a moment, then decided that the girl was more important. Armed with an old handkerchief he produced from somewhere within the depth of his jeans pockets and the meagre scraps of his pre-med training, Adam approached her and asked the most stupid thing possible: "Are you okay?"