Rose knew she ought to go in and get directions, but the young man was making statements that got her a little worried. Maybe she shouldn’t let him in her car after all. Maybe she ought to call somebody at the Crisis Center to see if they could help him. Surely the florist would let her use their phone. But how did she keep him from leaving before they could get here to help him?
Though she was going to be late for her shift at the hospital, there was no way she could walk away from somebody who obviously required some aid right in front of her. The whole reason she volunteered was to give aid to people that really needed it. And this young man really needed it. Maybe he was on drugs. Maybe he needed to be on drugs, but hadn’t taken them, or didn’t have them. Maybe he was just very confused.
“What do you think might happen?” Rose asked. Maybe if she knew what he thought might cause him to leave, she could prevent that.
There were a lot of maybes, but Rose stayed where she was, waiting for an answer.