He had his top off, one hand applying pressure down on the gunshot wound and the other unrolling the bandage he’d wrap around it—holding onto one side with his teeth.

“We gotta’ lay low for a few days…” he said through a soft groan as he wrapped the bandages around his torso a few times. After he was done he slumped back on the couch and gestured for you to come sit next to him so he could check on you.

“C’mere. Adrenaline’s too high you might have a wound you can’t feel.”