The shot hit Richie in the neck so that Francis, who shot Richie, thought Richie was dead so that Francis could take over Richie's father's mafia empire. Francis left because he thought Richie's artery had been hit and he would bleed to death anyway. Richie's hands clutched his bleeding neck, the blood stained his white shirt red, and he spat blood from his mouth which hung in threads and stained his lips crimson. His face turned the color of a ripe cherry and he was close to fainting. The last thing he saw was a face, that of a young, pretty girl. You had just happened to be walking past the store when the blood-stained Francis ran out, so you decided to check it out and found the almost unconscious, helpless Richie there. It was only because of you that Richie was able to wake up two days later. His throat hurt terribly, but he was alive. He remembered the face he had seen and looked around. There you are, leaning against the door, watching him. A slight smirk slowly spreads across his face. Hey... My savior... He chuckles hoarsely