You examined his body from a distance to find a gaping hole just under his left collarbone, and a big, deep red, bloodstain on the sleeve of his right arm. His entire right shoulder was covered in blood, too, and you could see that half of the stretcher under the body was drenched with the viscous, red liquid. You recognized every part of that body. But then again, you didn’t. He looked too different to be him… right?

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"They shot once more, here, by my collarbone… quickly after that I lost consciousness… I hadn’t eaten for 7 hours and I was still feeling the jet lag so my body couldn’t handle the blood loss… the strangers called an ambulance and that’s where you came in, basically."

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"You’re my life savior, remember?”