[pulls up to a grinding halt and rips the keys almost out of the ignition, keeping him on the phone especially with the state he is getting into.] You aren't going to die. I'm here. We are going straight to the hospital. [still doesn't even bother hanging up, stuffs the phone straight into his pocket and runs into the apartment. nice bad guy at least didn't lock the door and force him into breaking it down.] It's not that bad, baby. [sorry brother, no time to be gentle about this, scoops up in his arms, taking one glance at the pool of blood on the floor.] Don't worry about bleeding on my seats. It will add character to them. [gets him downstairs asap and straight into the passenger side, lying the chair back and into the car again, siren shrieking, top speed for the hospital emergency.]
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