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Will came up from behind and leaned against the red metal wall, “Jesus Christ, Kenny. You got any more bullets? I’m running low.”
“Bag,” Tina muttered as she squinted her eyes to see if she could see the moving body again.
Will went through the bag as he ducked when more bullets went flying over his head.
Tina moved over him to the other direction and began firing from the side when she felt a sharp pain rip through her body.
“Kenny!” Will shouted, grabbing the blonde around the waist.
Chapter 16: November 1, 2009- Sunday Night
Will ran through the one-star motel door with a white plastic bag filled with antibiotics and dressings.
Opening up the bathroom door, he looked at Delia who was inspecting the bullet wound.
“Guys, I’m alright,” Tina said as she slightly winced. “Just a flesh wound.”
“You have a bullet in your chest,” Will said, taking out the antibiotics from the bag.
“It’s in my arm,” Tina said, looking down at her bloodied chest/arm region. “I can’t see the bullet.”
“We probably shouldn’t take it out,” Delia said, still putting pressure on it. “Just make sure it stays clean.”
“Do doctors normally leave it in?” Will asked, opening the lid of the antibiotics and taking out some rubber gloves.
“Sometimes,” Delia shrugged. “They usually take out a bullet if they are trying to repair a blood vessel or if the bullet is resting on a vital organ.”
“Just feels like a dull ache,” Tina said, watching Will prepare to clean it.
“At least the bleeding slowed down,” Delia said, washing her bloodied hands in the sink. Taking the cleaned dressing from Will, she gently placed it on Tina’s wound. “Hurt?”
“A little,” Tina winced as Delia put even more pressure on it.
“We don’t want it to get infected,” Delia said looking at Tina. “I know a thing or two about gunshot wounds.”
Tina laughed lightly and nodded, “true.”
Will leaned against the bathroom wall, “we gotta move out tomorrow. There is no way we can stay around here.”
“We can get a place south of here,” Tina said softly, feeling the ache begin to settle in.
“Do you have any antibiotics?” Delia asked, wrapping her arm around a slightly faint Tina.