No

Clutching your side, you try to stop the bleeding from your gunshot wound. It's no use, you are already feeling woozy from blood loss. Several steps later you fall to your knees. You try to continue moving, now slowly crawlng along the street. Your effort doesn't last much longer and you collapse, the world going dark around you.

You awaken suddenly. As your eyes start to refocus, you see that you are in an unfamiliar room, lying on a bed. You tear the blanket off of yourself and see that your shirt is gone and your breasts are exposed. Looking downward, you can see that your wound was cleaned off and that it was now carefully bandaged up. You try to sit up, so you can get out of the bed when you suddenly hear a voice.

"I wouldn't try standing up just yet," you turn your head and see a person standing in the doorway of the bedroom.