You are in your bakery closing it up. you eat a cookie and pack stuff up. you smile happily. this is the life

the door to your bakery opens, a man enters and collapses onto the floor. panting heavily and blood on the side of his chest. he doesn’t notice you. he starts fumbling with the bandage and trying to fix his wound himself.

“do you need help?” you ask concerned and holding a cookie

he stares at you in shock