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Take him to the hospital, I¡¯m not qualified for this!¡±

¡°Samantha, I understand that you¡¯re scared,¡± Tank spoke in a disturbingly peaceful

voice despite the urgency in the air. ¡°But this is non-negotiable. If you don¡¯t agree to

saving Archer, we will consider it murder on your behalf.¡±

All of the blood in my veins turned to ice. My bottom lip quivered as I looked at Isaac,

hoping for him to smile and assure me Tank was only joking, but his face remained as

stone. My nostrils flared as I scowled at Isaac with disgust, resenting him more than I

thought was possible. Looking back to Tank with my teeth clenched, I shoved Isaac¡¯s

elbow with mine as I made my way to Archer with my first aid kit.

Although I had similar experience with animals, I had never done anything remotely

medical on a human. Bending down to Archer¡¯s side to inspect the wound, I felt nauseous.

Even cheesy horror movies made me squeamish, but I didn¡¯t dare show any sign of it in

front of Tank or the others.

As I opened the first aid kit to try to concoct some method of saving his life, I was

startled when Archer muttered something so quietly, there was no way any others heard.

I glanced at him through the corner of my eyes and saw his were open like slits, visibly

rolling around his head, but he still managed to muster two words.

¡°Hey, vet.¡±

I didn¡¯t respond but felt the anger swirl inside at the sound of his voice. Trying to save

his life was bad enough, I didn¡¯t want to converse with him. Until he kept mumbling,

¡°Sorry about the other night¡­¡±

I paused with a pair of tweezers in my hand.

¡°Was just¡ª¡± he coughed. ¡°Was just tryna loogout fer Wrench¡­¡± he trailed off and

reclosed his eyes, falling out of consciousness and I swallowed. A bit of my anger and fear

toward him evaporated, relieving a small weight off my chest. Just enough to get through

it.

¡°Hurry up, girl!¡±

¡°Shut up, Rooster,¡± Isaac said, but he was right. So much blood was already lost, I had

to close up the wound. Remembering what I knew about bullet wounds and how to mend

them from veterinary school, praying the skills would transfer over, I held my breath and