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“Neal,” Peter began in irritation, turning around to order him to hurry it up.
Said con man was at the edge of the alleyway, one hand on the wall, the other wrapped around his middle. His skin was quite a few shades paler than normal and he was shaking like a leaf.
“Peter, I…” Neal stumbled, hand coming away to reveal blood seeping through his clothes from the hole in his side. The hole Peter hadn’t even realized was there.
Time slowed while he watched, horrified, as Neal collapsed, falling gracelessly to the ground before Peter could reach him.
“Neal!”