I wanted to scream, cry, fight and throw up all at once. I knew the man meant well but...FUCK! When he came back with leaves and climbing ivy bits, it made me wonder if there was more to the masked man that just a fighter.

Letting him wrap up my shoulder, I wondered how he knew so much about improvising first aid...He had to be military trained right?

"You know it won't last long...don't you?"

His hands stopped moving, one gripping my bicep gently and the other placed dangerously near my neck.

"Who are you?"

I needed to know who he was...hell, I wanted to know why he stopped to help me...and what I could do to help him in return