As the bullet would rip through her side it would cut across the outside of her side. It was laced with a paralyizing agent. That bullet was not intended to kill Zeke. No the bullet was meant to slightly injure while paralyizing the youth. The boss wanted the President's son alive after all. Can't use a dead man as a hostage. The man vanished into the shadows scowling as he just took off. The boss wouldn't be pleased that was for sure. Zeke himself however hits the ground and is knocked out of his daze. He turns and helps the girl up. "You okay miss?" he asks. His accent clearly American yet it was sexy and sounded street for some reason. He helped her to her feet and ripped off his left sleeve. Tearing it apart and bandages her side to prevent further blood loss. He looks at her. "My name is Zeke. What is yours? Oh and thanks for helping me."