[David's not dying. The gunfire's come close - one more bullet might have really done him in - but he can survive the three. Groaning weakly, he mutters something unintelligible and slowly begins demorphing, not up to doing much more than that and breathing.

The cops run up, weapons still drawn and aimed at the bleeding mutant. One looks at Peter incredulously.] He was gonna kill you! [The other's producing handcuffs, kneeling beside David to pull his hands behind his back.]