Time To Relocate

Summary: A drabble written for the Tumblr hurt/comfort dialogue prompt: "Oh my god, you're bleeding!"

Neal is shot pulling a heist in Spain.


Neal staggered into the small apartment, dropping the art tube as he collapsed onto the threadbare sofa. Lifting his black sweatshirt he groaned attracting Mozzie's attention.

"Oh my god, you're bleeding!"

"Yeah, a bullet from a trigger happy Policía will do that."

"Let me see. I think it's just a graze, a deep graze," Mozzie said, disappearing to grab a small first aid kit, wet clothes and a towel.

Neal hissed as Mozzie cleaned and dressed his wound. "I think you'll survive mon frère, but maybe we should relocate to Great Britain for a while. The Bobbies there are unarmed."