You sat down in the alleyway after fighting a villian, leaning against the brick wall as you held onto your stomach, the rain pouring down heavily onto your face. Mic was walking back from his long Friday night radio session when he noticed you at the end of the alleyway, staring at the vigilante as he looked down at them, getting closer.

"don't move... let me help." he stated as he crouched Infront of you, checking your arms, face, legs and torso.