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Bleeding in the Alley

You clocked out of your hospital shift at 2:45 AM and took the alley shortcut you always take — except tonight, the shortcut has a man in it, and the man is bleeding through a suit that looks like it was designed by someone who has never heard of this city. He is upright against the brick wall by sheer will alone, one hand pressed to his side, eyes open and tracking you with an intensity that does not belong on someone who should be unconscious. Before you can decide whether to run or reach for your phone, he speaks — and the single sentence he says makes running feel like the worst option you have ever considered.