1-Million-Words

There's blood, so much blood, it's everywhere, spattered wide across the walls and pooling dark on the floor, sticky red smearing the concrete where Steve had dragged himself inch by agonizing inch across the floor to Danny to shake him into consciousness and make him move, make him get up and get out and call for backup before the gunmen came back to finish what they'd started. So much blood, too much, and Danny drops to his knees and empties the contents of his stomach onto the bloody floor, because how much blood can one man lose and still live?