Warmth blossomed on my chest.
I looked down and saw red covering my pinstripe shirt. In a distant part of my mind that was fast losing its ability to focus I realized the scarlet liquid came from me.
My blood.
As my knees buckled, I made an involuntary gasp. My legs crumpled. My head hit the asphalt with a crunch, but the pain was detached from me.
The last thing I remembered was Sam turning as a plane flew overhead.
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