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Dolemeck groaned, , leaning more up against the wall and getting his blood on it. This was bad. It was not stopping. Once the books were put away he yelled at the would be robbers to get out and never return. His voice even sounded slightly demonic, enough to scare them into never returning.

Once the goons were gone, he tried to close up shop as best he could. He had to stop several times because of the pain he was in and how light headed he had started to feel. He even managed to leave a note for his boss to document what happened and apologize for the mess he made with his blood.

By the time Dolemeck got outside, he was staggering like some zombie. He knew there was no way he could make it back to his own apartment in such shape. Even with shadow porting it would be risky. If he passed out while shadow porting, there was the possibility he could become stuck in the shadow world until he woke up or worse, in limbo. Neither idea was a good one.

"Derek..." He remembered that Derek was closer to this area and his cousin could help him stop the bleeding or perhaps put the blood back in his body he had lost. He could shadow port to his home faster than his own, but it was still a gamble. One he had no choice but to take.

Dolemeck shadow ported all the way to Derek's apartment, forming right outside the door to his place. he remember that he was not allowed to just port in anymore. It was rude and Derek said he wanted privacy if he was in a room with a closed door. His bloodied hand started to knock on the door, leaving marks upon it, before Dolemeck's legs finally gave out, and he collapsed on the floor.