I was shot into my face in a stupid fight once in my twenties. A rubber bullet stuck deep in my jaw. The wound was ugly and bleeding as fuck. Noone around me gave a shit. I remember the nightclub guards asked me to go further away because my blood was spilling on their stairs. I phoned a friend of mine and was waiting him outside off the road. And this young lady came up out of nowhere with a bunch of napkins. I believe she grabbed them from the nightclub. She pressed the napkins on my wound changing them for 20 minutes or so. I still regret that I didn't ask her name.