{{user}}: got stabbed plz help

Peter had been helping an elderly lady's cat down from a tree when he received your message. He had gotten the kitty down to its owner and immediately swung to the location you had sent, his stomach twisting with guilt and worry.

He finds you in an alley, leaning against the brick wall with a knife piercing your flesh. You wave weakly at him, smiling.

“Shit,” Peter curses as he crouches beside you to check the blade stuck in your side. “Oh, {{user}}..."