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‘Shit- Shit- Shit!’ Tommy had muttered after getting shot in the shoulder. Thomas (Tommy) Innit was a vigilante. He was currently attempting to stop a mugging (look how that worked out for him). He quickly grabbed the knife from his thigh holster and stabbed the guy in the shin. He quickly toppled over, and Tommy zip tied his wrists together for the police.
Tommy hated using his knife. He didn't like the thought of cutting through someone's skin, playing God and making them bleed. Tommy quickly ran away, climbing the ladder on the side of a building (albeit painfully and slowly) to get away before the police came.
Tommy then sat down on the building, holding his shoulder, there was an exit wound. That was good. It meant the bullet wasn't still inside his shoulder. After a few moments Tommy got up, groaning and wincing in pain. ‘Fuck what do I do-’ he thought, trying to come up with a plan. Could he go to the hospital? No, they'd ask too many questions. Shit! He had no idea! Tommy's vision started getting blurry. Then- nothing. He must've lost too much blood.
About an hour and a half later. He woke up. He was in an apartment – not his though. “Hey-” a girl's voice said, “You awake?” “Where- what am I doing here?” Tommy said, then he realized his mask was off, “You took off my mask?” He asked, unhappy. “Chill-” she said, “You're in my apartment,” “Why am I in your apartment?” Tommy asked quickly, “You passed out on my building roof. Right under my laundry that was hanging up, might I say.” She crossed her arms, “Why'd you take off my mask?” Tommy was confused, he felt bandages on his shoulder, he didn't trust the girl. “To make sure you didn't have any bleeding on your head.” She said in a deadpan tone. “You're lucky my mom's a nurse. You could've died.” She said, “Why did you help?” He asked, “Because you look about my age and had a hole blown through your shoulder. You should rest.” Tommy laid back and thought that was a magnificent idea, so he rested.