Greedy

He winces at the pain in his side and knows that a black bruise will quickly bloom there as evidence of his alleyway dance. But he is not yet home, so he allows himself to hunch over, to relish the slight relief of pain that his cragged posture brings, and waddles slowly to the subway, pausing several times and holding on to walls for support as he rests his aching body. Behind the glass pane, darting in between the swinging carcasses, is a woman in a full body suit wearing a hair net and face mask. She managed to finally get him the help he needed, and he was sober until his death as a result of her involvement.