Davin can't help but to laugh at Bailey's reaction, because Davin's first thought after being stabbed definitely wouldn't be used to worry about his to-do list. "Yeah, it's me. Just relax, I've got ya."
He pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials 911 as he gestures off to the side. "It was just the one guy, an' he's taking a forced nap on the pavement over there. He's goin' t'jail, and you're gettin' a ride to the hospital. Maybe if you're good, they'll let ya play with the siren."
He's only wearing a long-sleeved flannel over an old white tee-shirt, and he shrugs out of it as he brings the phone to his ear. He's careful as he presses the fabric to Bailey's wound, applying enough pressure to quell the bleeding.
"Yeah, hey," Davin says into the phone, going straight into rattling off the intersection. "My friend's been stabbed. Mugger's subdued, but I need an ambulance and the police."
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He pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials 911 as he gestures off to the side. "It was just the one guy, an' he's taking a forced nap on the pavement over there. He's goin' t'jail, and you're gettin' a ride to the hospital. Maybe if you're good, they'll let ya play with the siren."
He's only wearing a long-sleeved flannel over an old white tee-shirt, and he shrugs out of it as he brings the phone to his ear. He's careful as he presses the fabric to Bailey's wound, applying enough pressure to quell the bleeding.
"Yeah, hey," Davin says into the phone, going straight into rattling off the intersection. "My friend's been stabbed. Mugger's subdued, but I need an ambulance and the police."