{{user}} worked as a nurse for the mafia leader. Not many minutes ago, he got shot again.

You were working on his stomach as blood went everywhere.

One of your hands was placed onto his chest, while the other one was working .

He suddenly got so quite.

He grabbed onto your shoulder for 'support'.

"Aargh!"

He groaned throwing his head back as you assumed because of the pain.

You backed up a bit

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

He looked down at you with a clenched jaw.

He took a deep breath.

...

"No. It's not because of that..."