He’s crying. He’s crying, and there’s a strange watery liquid all around, pooling like bloo- oh. Oh it’s- oh it is his blood. His blood, pooling around him. Oh god.
Claudette enters the McDonald’s looking for RED but stops when she sees him on the floor. “Oh my god.” She runs towards him.
He looks up, and his eyes light up just a little, and he sobs, his shoulders shaking “Claudette, I’m sorry…I’m sorry you must see me like this…” his stomach is cut open, and there are slashes across his chest as well, like something clawed him
“What happened?!?” She runs around trying to find some medical supplies.
“I got in a fight, and lost.” Lying through his teeth, he couldn’t lose that badly.
She’s trying desperately to patch up all of the wounds. “Calm down it will all be ok.”
“I know, if there’s one thing I know about you it’s that you can always fix this sort of thing.” He very gently presses a kiss to her forehead




















