”Fuck— A comedian instead.”
There are bodies behind the corner. Red hidden in brickwork. Her hip is burning with pain, oozing hot blood down the curve of her thigh.
”At least put your hands to good use if you’re gonna bust my ribs.”
The doctor--former doctor--wasn't aware of those bodies. Only this one. The one still squirting blood onto the ground. He took off his jacket, kneeling down so he could crudely Wrap up the wound she had. "I need to call you an ambulance. His hand reached into his pocket, dialing them up. This woman needed a real doctor, not a fake.














