Felix

He gasps in pain. Dragging himself across the alleyway, where his attacker had left him battered and sporting a new knife-wound, he propped himself against the wall. Hearing a shriek of surprise, he turns his head to find you staring at him in horror. Don’t worry. The knife is still in the wound. That way, it’s staunching the blood. But, uh, would you mind helping me wrap this? ‘Fraid I can’t really go to the hospital.