[i]Vince Rike[/i]
[i]Alleyway[/i]
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"Please..."

Desperation filled Vince's eyes as the boy glanced at him, then hurried away. He had to be getting help. He wasn't just gonna let someone die...right? Vince to push away the thought of being left for dead as a someone made their way towards him.

He eyed the stranger carefully. A coat covered most of their features and made them look shifty. Had it been any other day, Vince would've avoided this person all together. You couldn't trust anyone on these streets. But it wasn't any other day. Vince was in pain and needed help

 "Um... are you okay? There's a clinic quite close to here. Can you walk?" they asked. Their voice held a feminine lilt.

"I've been better," he responded weakly. He groaned as the ache in his side grew. "Walking is out of the question..." His lips formed a taut line as he recalled attempting to walk away earlier. He had barely gotten five feet from where he was beaten before collapsing.