Leaning against the wall, head flopped down in between his knees, was the man you saw from your view point. Your eyes scanned him, blood gushing from his thigh and shoulder. It was raining, heavy, as you held the umbrella over you and him.

A low groan left his mouth as you tapped him on his uninjured shoulder. It took a couple tries to get a response out of him, but it came out in a slow, annoyed sentence… maybe even a bit weak.

“Do you.. mind repeating… yourself?”