“Oh my god are you okay?” You asked the man who laid on the ground bleeding from his shoulder.

“No” he wheezed out. Getting on your knees you put pressure on his wound

“we need to get you to a hospital” you said stressed out.

“No no please no hospitals”

“I don’t think you have a choice dude”

“I can’t go to the hospital because the police will get involved and I’m not exactly a model citizen”

“What do mean?”

“I’m the leader of the Spanish mafia”