Taking a werewolf case on by himself probably wasn't his best idea. Even with his past as a hitman, taking out a pack was a difficult job.
He had taken down five of them with a silver bullet to the heart when the sixth and seventh had gotten to him.
Keeping his abilities didn't mean he had kept his previous strength though.
He had been clawed up pretty good and, unfortunately, had to go to the hospital to get stitched up when he realized there was no easy way to stitch up his shoulder blades.
At least they took his warning on not giving him morphine. He had been allergic to that in his past life, he didn't want to know if that transferred to this one as well.
They gave him ibuprofen and took his bear attack story and sent him on his way.
Maybe he should ask Sammy to help him...
Wasn't that a kick in the gut, the once famous hitman asking for help.
In the words of Bobby: balls.