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¡°I¡¯m sorry¡¡±
¡°Wrench! What the fuck?¡± It was the guy named Ripper who yelled that time, but
Tank was soon after again.
¡°He¡¯s losing blood fast!¡± he called with more urgency.
Isaac looked into my eyes, pleading with desperation. ¡°Samantha. Please.¡±
Breathing through my nose and out through my mouth, I gave him one last look of
disgust before returning to Archer. They were right, a lot of blood had been lost since
removing the bullet and I hissed, ¡°Shit!¡±
Sliding back on my knees, I grabbed a clean towel and applied pressure, hoping to get
it under control. ¡°I need more towels! Now!¡±
In an instant, Isaac was by my side with a single towel. I snatched it away and looked
at him like he was an imbecile. ¡°I said towels! Plural! I need more!¡±
It was Rooster who next said, ¡°Fuck, Wrench! Hurry!¡±
¡°Okay, I¡¯m going,¡± Isaac said with his eyes wide from the demands, for a second
appearing to have understood a fraction of my anxiety. He returned with a stack of at least
six, but by the time the fourth was soaked red, the bleeding had almost stopped. Using a
fresh towel, I cleaned the remaining excess before I began covering the bullet wound with
gauze.
¡°Is he going to be okay?¡± Ripper asked and Crow answered:
¡°He looks dead. Not moving.¡±
¡°He¡¯s passed out,¡± Ripper replied.
¡°She probably killed him.¡±
Grinding my teeth, I said, ¡°I didn¡¯t kill him.¡±
¡°So, he is dead?¡± Crow asked. I mouthed a cuss word under my breath but ignored him
until I was finished bandaging Archer¡¯s thigh. I grabbed the last fresh towel and wiped the
dark red sludge from my hands.
A darkness overtook my insides and I turned to all the men in leather. ¡°He should be
okay.¡± They all sighed with relief, like they had been holding their breaths as I was. Had I
not been so disturbed, I would have found their display of emotion for their friend
touching, but they were all vile.
