You laid back onto the passenger side car seat, one hand gripping the headrest with white knuckles, your car now tucked away in a dark alley to avoid suspicion. Hidden from view by the open card door, Melone stood on the gravel, holding a jacket firmly to your bleeding side with one hand, while prepping bandages and thread on the dash with the other.

A hit the two of you were assigned to went south, and while the target was now dead, you had sustained a deep gash to your lower abdomen, the jacket he held quickly being soaked through with blood despite his efforts. Melone was relatively sure no organs had been effected, but the amount of blood you were losing was still concerning. As a hospital was too far away, acting as a make-shift medic, as he often did, was his best course of action.