Rahul has owned a corner shop in Hell's Kitchen for twenty years. He's been there since he immigrated from India as a teen, and in spite of everything, Rahul loves Hell's Kitchen.
It's his home.
Frank Castle, the Punisher, bursts into his shop after 1am. Rahul is surprised, because even though he's open well into the night, the only people who usually come in are the drunks, the quiet prostitutes, or the police.
"Oh," he says when he recognizes the man's face.
"I need a restroom," says The Punisher, lowering his head, but Rahul can still see the bruises, the blood. He's not blind. "I just need to clean up real quick, man. Can I?"
Rahul nods.
"Bathroom is just over there," he says, gesturing to the other side of the store.
The Punisher hurries along into the bathroom.
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Frank winces as he wipes the blood out of his left eye. He's bleeding from a rather nasty gash at the top of his head. It's rare that they give him a good fight, so he supposes that it's a good change. Hurts like hell, though.
"Ahem."
Frank turns around to see the man standing in front of him. He's an older Indian man with a gentle face.
"Yeah?" he asks.
The man hands over a white first aid kit. Well, he doesn't exactly hand it over. Instead, the shop owner lightly places the kit down on the counter top beside Frank and offers a tiny smile.
"Use the white bottle on that head wound," he murmurs awkwardly. "It'll keep it from getting an infection."
Fill - The People and Frank Castle - 2/6 - The Shop Owner
It's his home.
Frank Castle, the Punisher, bursts into his shop after 1am. Rahul is surprised, because even though he's open well into the night, the only people who usually come in are the drunks, the quiet prostitutes, or the police.
"Oh," he says when he recognizes the man's face.
"I need a restroom," says The Punisher, lowering his head, but Rahul can still see the bruises, the blood. He's not blind. "I just need to clean up real quick, man. Can I?"
Rahul nods.
"Bathroom is just over there," he says, gesturing to the other side of the store.
The Punisher hurries along into the bathroom.
-
Frank winces as he wipes the blood out of his left eye. He's bleeding from a rather nasty gash at the top of his head. It's rare that they give him a good fight, so he supposes that it's a good change. Hurts like hell, though.
"Ahem."
Frank turns around to see the man standing in front of him. He's an older Indian man with a gentle face.
"Yeah?" he asks.
The man hands over a white first aid kit. Well, he doesn't exactly hand it over. Instead, the shop owner lightly places the kit down on the counter top beside Frank and offers a tiny smile.
"Use the white bottle on that head wound," he murmurs awkwardly. "It'll keep it from getting an infection."
Frank nods.
"Thank you."