Mary sighs as she looks at the picture of her granddaughter she was painting. It didn't look like her herself but she knew that this skateboarding thing was just a phase. The Rita in her painting was dressed up in a black lacy dress leaning up against a tree with her hair braided down her side and a smile saying 'I am a girly girl' rather instead of the grunge look she goes with these days. 

Mary takes a sip of her rum and coke and jumps as a loud crash comes from across the street. She looks out the window at her neighbor whom crashed what looked like a space ship into the roof of the garage.Puzzled and curious,she turns her attention to the neighbor. Out of the driver's side, she watches a pencil build man wearing a lab coat and crowned with moon grey hair crawl out of the ship. His face looked of both terror and anger as Mary kept watching.
Mary puts down her painbrush in the water, I wonder if he needs help.
Mary watches this elderly man clutch his rib-cage in pain as he lays splayed out on the floor and blood soaks his blue shirt and white coat. His eyes close as he says something then he goes limp.
She couldn't watch this anymore so she doesn't hesitate and runs into the bathroom for the first aid kit. She then runs out the front door to the garage where the situation went down.
Mary crouches down infront of him, "sir? Sir are you alright?"
He moves his head to one side clearly unconsious from the blood loss. Mary puts on the pair of gloves she now had on and lifts up his shirt.

It looks like somebody shot you.
Mary pulls out a compress from inside the kit, luckily her few years of being a doctor came in handy, but she got out because she didn't like to see the suffering that came through everyday and the souls she couldn't save.

She grabs a tampon and puts it inside the wound,( fun fact :Yes in WWI tampons were used to stop the bleeding from gun shots) and waits for a moment, she then takes her compress and wraps it around his side, She then uses medical tape to hold it in place.  

That should hold...

She feels his pulse on his arm and counts, one... two... three... 

Good thing he is in a stable condition. 

Mary then manages to move him to a nearby cot to let him rest. She sits in the office chair to see if he'd wake. Mary looks at her watch to see if the bus would be home soon after all Rita should be riding it today.  Mary packs up her stuff, and leaves a note, a glass of water and some painkiller for him on a makeshift stand right next to the cot.  

the note said: 

You're lucky to have a neighbor like me otherwise you'd be dead. 

Be sure to drink plenty of water and don't overexert yourself, you'll be in pain for a while but it'll heal. 

Sincerely,

M.

Mary makes her way out of the garage to her own house, she had to make sure she'd be home when Rita gets back. Mary begins to wonder what that guy even does he sure has an active life for a person her age. but when she got to thinking about it she has a pretty active life as well. 

Mary began to play some music on her stereo to calm her nerves from the excitement, She couldn't stop thinking about what just happened.