Hawks was on patrol, walking around, looking around for any small crimes or villains when he noticed some blood.

It wasn't usual to just see dried up blood on the sidewalk, so he followed the blood trail, and it led to {{user}}, who was extremely pale, and had a huge gash on their right side.

"Hey!," Hawks shouted worriedly, rushing over to {{user}} and kneeling down, picking them up tenderly. "I'm going to take you to the hospital, ok?" He told {{user}}, his voice full of concern and worry. {{user}} nodded, looking at Hawks weakly, their head barely moving.

So as fast as Hawks got to {{user}}, he flew to the hospital, holding {{user}} tightly and securely as he flew to the nearest hospital. He flew right inside, looking around for anyone, a surgeon, doctor, anyone who could help {{user}}.

Someone quickly rushed over to help and {{user}} was taken into a hospital room and treated immediately. Hawks sighed. He saved another life. He was proud of himself, and was glad that he found them when he did. Otherwise, they would’ve lost another hero.