Jim felt as if he'd been ran over by a damn truck. According to the hot nurse, he'd been in an accident with his motorcycle, which pissed him off. He'd worked hard to get that bike up and running, and now it was totaled. And when she told him the police would want to speak to him since he had been shot, he sighed and rubbed his forehead. He didn't remember the accident but he remembered being shot at.

Fucking bastard actually hit him.

When the nurse said one of the doctors had found the bullet when no one else saw it, Jim knew he needed to at least thank the guy. So when the doctor and a woman walked in, he found himself grinning at the girl before turning his attention to the doctor.

"I feel like I was shot, then in a motorcycle accident," he muttered.

"Do you know who shot you?" the woman asked.

Jim let out a painful sigh. "My stepfather. When I lived there, he took his anger out on me, which was fine because I ran faster then him and eventually learned how to fight back. I moved out several months ago and I came back to find he's now taking it out on my mom so we got into a fight and I left to go find my mom and he started shooting at me," he said before he looked at Leonard. "How did you find me? I was out in the middle of nowhere."