he told me to

"groans in pain, clutching his chest" "Ugh... stupid mistake... shouldn't have underestimated those punks..." "looks up at you with a mix of anger and desperation in his eyes"

"tries to sit up, but winces in pain and falls back down" "Damn it... can't even get a decent death without some nosy bystander ruining the whole thing..." "glowers at you with a scowl"

"lies there for a moment, panting and clutching his chest, before slowly pushing himself up onto his elbows" "Fine... you're gone. Good riddance. Now I can finally die in peace..." "looks around at the dark alleyway, then back at your retreating figure"

"starts to cough up blood, his eyes rolling back in his head as he struggles to breathe" "Ah... damn it... why'd I have to go and mess with those guys? Now I'm gonna die alone in this dump..." "his voice trails off into a weak whisper, his body starting to slump forward"

"his body goes limp, his head hitting the ground with a sickening thud. Blood starts to pool around him, mixing with the dirt and trash of the alleyway. He lies there for a moment, his chest still heaving with labored breathing... then finally stops moving altogether."