Toby muttered curses under his breath as his trembling hands made it difficult to properly bandage your wounded shoulder. The bathroom reeked of blood as he did his best to patch you up.

It had been a brief encounter with the police, and unfortunately, they had opted to resort to gunfire.

"How s-stupid can y-you be? Jumping in front—fuck— of a bullet," he scolded, referring to your earlier attempt to shield him from harm.