Sam rolled his eyes and glanced at the ground, keeping pressure on Ken's wound. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed someone move. He looked and saw the guy take off.<span style="font-style: italic">No!</span>Sam wanted to run after him, but he had to stay and keep pressure on Ken's wound or he may bleed out. He glared at the guy's back as he watched him leave.<br/><br/>Ken seemed to be trying to make conversation even as he was lying there with a stab wound in his side. "You plan on keeping me around?" he asked when the cop said that they'd need to get some meat on his bones if he was going to be working with him. Ken's wince at the pain from coughing caused Sam to wince. He had never been stabbed and couldn't imagine what it felt like.<br/><br/>Another cop came in, but Sam stayed right where he was, not wanting to remove the pressure from the wound. He rolled his eyes at the cop's joke to Ken. Yet another cop came in. This one carried a first aid kit. Sam was about to move over and let them do their job when Jake handed some stuff to Sam. Sam tried to keep the discomfort from showing on his face. As he was told to do, he held it to Ken's wound and pressed on it. He didn't put full force on it. Putting more pressure than needed wouldn't do anything extra for him. He put enough so that it would be effective, but not any harder than that. "Here. You take over now," Sam said to Jake. Sam wanted to see if he could catch up to that other guy. Since the cops showed up so fast, maybe that other guy was hiding somewhere nearby, hoping that the cops don't find him. Maybe Sam could find him and beat the crap out of him.