Okay, you mutter to yourself as you unpack the situation in your head, this is fine! This is <span class="mu-i">FINE!</span> It doesn’t matter that there’s no security camera in here–you’re just a guy who happened to be in the same room as a possibly dead giryea okay this looks bad. This looks <span class="mu-i">REALLY</span> bad!
Retrieving the <span class="mu-s">FIRST AID KIT</span> from your pockets with trembling hands, you take a moment to inspect the cor–<span class="mu-i">UNCONSCIOUS GIRL!</span> Aside from the obvious stab wound in her abdomen, Cammy looks somewhat okay… but this isn’t some kind of fictional world where injuries can just be shrugged off–this is real life!
You rub your still-sore cheek as you contemplate what to do next. Hank should have gotten ahold of some help by now, you reason, but given how Jake feels about you there’s no telling what will happen when the cavalry arrives.
Not to mention whoever did this might still be around, and that’s not even the worst possibility!
<span class="mu-s">PEPPER</span> could be lurking in the shadows waiting to take more incriminating photos of you! You can’t go to Juvie, man–you’re too damn pretty! As the reality of the situation sinks in, your eyes go wide as you connect the dots:
That <span class="mu-s">DISCLAIMER…</span> it said you were <span class="mu-s">EIGHTEEN!</span> You’ll be tried as an <span class="mu-i">ADULT!</span>
https://youtu.be/wiX8CJqt3FcNo time to lose–you <span class="mu-i">HAVE</span> to fix this girl up somehow! The wrapping around the <span class="mu-s">FIRST AID KIT</span> comes off pretty easily, but that’s just the first step! What did <span class="mu-s">UNCLE EMILIO</span> teach you about <span class="mu-s">FIRST AID</span> again…
Taking a deep breath, your mind takes you back several sweltering Summers ago to your uncle’s pizzeria…
‘<span class="mu-i">Remember, kiddo: if a customer passes out or ain’t respondin’ none, start by checkin’ if they’re breathin’!</span>’
Hey, <span class="mu-i">YEA</span>, you smile, that’s right! Thanks, <span class="mu-s">FLASHBACK UNCLE EMILIO!</span>
‘<span class="mu-i">Don’t mention it, slugger! An’ if they IS breathin’, drag ‘em out to da’ curb–that way they’re da’ CITY’S problem!</span>’
… okay, you might wanna gloss over <span class="mu-i">that</span> part. Leaning in close to Cammy’s chest (for <span class="mu-s">MEDICAL REASONS</span>, naturally), you watch for any sign of breathing!
… hard to tell with that suit jacket on…
Your hand is halfway to one of her buttons when you hear it–a ragged breath caught in someone’s throat!
That’s when you realize it isn’t yours!
“... <span class="mu-i">what the hell are you doing?</span>”
<span class="mu-i">OHTHANKGOD…</span>
>CONTD. 