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He ripped off his leathered vest, quickly pulled the hoodie off he had under it, and pressed it to my upper thigh.

I cringed in pain, feeling the pressure.

“It will be ok,” Jax attempted to calm me, but his attention was on the bullet wound. The distant sound of an engine flowed up the highway, and Jax scooped me up quickly and jogged to the house.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I clung to him. Pain was shooting up my leg as he carried me. The front door was already open, and Jax slammed it shut with his foot, behind him.

“We should leave,” I gritted my teeth. “Head into town, you need to…”

“I’m not moving you; not while you’re bleeding.” Jax said and moved to the staircase quickly, his jaw tightening every time I cringed in pain.

“Where’s your case?” Jax asked, swinging my bedroom door open.

“Under my bed. Please tell me you have removed a bullet before?”

He placed me on the bed, but didn’t answer me. Blood was already staining my white blanket. “I suppose it’s a good thing I am wasted,” I mumbled, pulling myself up the bed so I could sit up. Jax pulled the large case out from under my bed and flipped it open.

“You’re bleeding more because of it,” Jax said, and grabbed a pair of tweezers and a small bottle of sterilized water.

“You know what’s funny?” I watched Jax rip my jeans up the middle, relieving the wound. I laid my head back and prepared myself for the coming pain.

“This is the first time I’ve been shot,” I said, gripping the metal bars of my headboard behind me, cringing as the water burnt my leg. “I thought it would hurt more.”

Jax didn’t say anything; he was focused on my leg.

My eyes began to droop, and a wave of fatigue washed over me. “Amber?” Jax’s voice heightened in panic. “Amber, open your eyes!”

“Jax, you should call an ambulance,” I muttered. My eyes were tiny slits, but I could see the blood pumping out through the small wound, and smell the rancid odor of blood.

It was funny how things could change so quickly. It was true, life could be here one second and gone the next.

Chapter 39

Amber

The dryness in my throat had me struggling to swallow. My eyes opened and I automatically looked for water. Throwing the blankets back, I stumbled to the ground; a sharp pain ran up my right leg, and I hopped to the bathroom. My right leg gave out from under me, and I crashed to the ground. Hissing in pain, I slowly crawled my way into my bathroom, and pulled myself up to the basin.

Turning the cold water on, I gulped it down fast, not getting enough. The water was claiming the desert in my throat. I glanced in the mirror and I noticed his figure behind me.

“What?” I croaked.

Jax’s eyes were solid, and I couldn’t see one emotion, although his crossed arms and posture were screaming anger towards me.

“Feeling better?”

Pulling my head out from under the tap “No,” I said and turned around slowly. “How bad is my leg?” My body was beginning to look like a battlefield.

“It was a flesh wound,” he announced, and pushed himself off the doorframe, his leather jacket crackling. “Guessing you passed out from having drunk too much, and not from the wound.”

“Oh.” Well that was embarrassing, Let’s face it - it was cooler to pass out from a gun wound than passing out from alcohol.

“Why were you drinking so hard?” Jax didn’t move further into the bathroom. He just stood there, radiating anger.

“Dad spoke to me,” I said, the memory now becoming clear and the thought of it made me want to go look for a bottle of vodka. “Well, I guess you could say he gave me a choice.”

“It being?’

“You should know.” Bitterness entered my voice. “He did say you helped him decide.”

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