[ Why is Hank yankin' him around so much all of a sudden? He almost forgets he'd just been riddled with gunshot woulds when he drags him out and they make their way to his front porch.
He manages to look down, expecting more dripping blood but... there isn't any. It's caked and congealed to the remnants of his shirt, down his jeans, but under the ripped fabric is his unharmed stomach. ]
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[ Why is Hank yankin' him around so much all of a sudden? He almost forgets he'd just been riddled with gunshot woulds when he drags him out and they make their way to his front porch.
He manages to look down, expecting more dripping blood but... there isn't any. It's caked and congealed to the remnants of his shirt, down his jeans, but under the ripped fabric is his unharmed stomach. ]
What the fuck, Hank? What's going on?