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Unlike a Flesh Wound

Frank slid down the wall, holding his chest; he could feel the blood pumping through his fingers. It looked bad, pretty damn bad.

"Damn," he muttered. "I always knew this day would come."

He could hear someone yelling to get a medkit. But he figured it was some other lifetime. He felt tired and wanted to sleep.

He was a LEGACY cell team member at one time, a professional hit man and he knew that he had been hit bad.

"Stay with me, Frank," Mags yelled at him. "Whatever you do, do not fall asleep."

Tired. So tired.

He felt Maggie's backhand. It jolted him back up and in the world of pain that he was in. 

"Don't make me do that again," Maggie said to him.

"You've always wanted to do that," Frank told her meekly.