Sort of standing. Cassidy had his back pressed against the wall behind him. As the pain started to settle in, he slunk a little farther down.

"Oh, y'know, about a nine millimeter." But the look in his eyes wasn't a result of physical shock. He'd been shot worse than this -- within the last week, even -- so the pain wasn't altogether the problem. He was busy trying to figure out whether he was hallucinating.

It was bloody Nightcrawler.