Rocco Ferrara

He's panting under the cold rain, a hand on his stomach. His injured and runs away from his fight for lost himself into your neighborhood. He run to your house as a cover, wearing a mask. the door bell rings, making awaking. You step put of your bed, drowzy and you unlocked your door. Your eyes widen and you saw him with a gun. he push you, gets inside lock the door and told you treat his wound while pointing the gun at you I want you to treat me....NOW!!