floor, he raised his head and looked at her with feverish eyes. "N -not bad ... uff."
- "Shit, where did it get you?" She knelt next to him and looked at his bloody arm where the bullet had hit him.
"H-didn't pay attention, my fault ..." Toni put a hand on his forehead.
- "High fever, damn what should I do? I have no idea about first aid ..." She was on the verge of desperation.
- "B-stay calm ... has caught an artery ... first d-have to get the bullet out ... otherwise ... blood poisoning. S-looking ... something sharp or sharp.
She stormed her nerves through the office and looked in all the drawers, then her eyes fell on a letter opener that was shaped like an old scissors, she had no time to think and ran back to Alan, he wouldn't be with him much longer Stay conscious and then she was completely helpless."Got what now?"
- "... cut open the wound ... take out the bullet ... uuuhh ..."
She felt a strong feeling of nausea but did what he said, she poked the sharp letter opener into the wound and enlarged it by several centimeters. Alan gritted his teeth so tightly that they almost broke off, it wasn't the first time that he had felt such pain, but at that time the surgical utensils consisted at least of a lighter-sterilized and, above all, sharp combat knife ...
His parents had sent him to this umbrella camp, which externally referred to itself as an education camp, but the truth was very different.
Finally the last day came, a test. Alan thought about the first time he had "passed" this test, he wondered if he would ever be able to forget that night ...
"AAAAARRRRGGHHHH !!!!!" He could no longer contain himself, the pain had become unbearable, Toni did well, but the letter opener caused him terrible pain."I ... got it ..." The ball landed on the floor with a soft metallic impact and the pain eased a little. Alan groaned, his face was crimson and cramped, he was breathing heavily, on the verge of fainting.
- “Take a deep breath first.” Toni carefully put a hand on his forehead, he almost burned.
- "Well done ... burn out now ... avoid infection ... look for tobacco ... cigarettes ..."
Toni had already seen in an old film that burning out wounds could cleanse wounds and improve blood clotting, a painful but very effective method. Toni ran to the desk and rummaged through the drawers. In fact, she found a packet of tobacco you can roll yourself and a golden Zippo with an umbrella symbol on it.
Carefully she spread some of it on Alan's wound and then lit it, it only hissed briefly, then all of the tobacco was already burned.
Alan was still breathing heavily, the pain had almost drowned him, but he had stayed awake to tell her what to do, Toni just had to admire him for this resilience.She tore a piece of fabric from her shirt and wrapped it around his arm.
"Can you get up? Rick and the others are probably already waiting for us."
- "Alright ... just a little tired ..."
Toni helped him up and supported him as he walked, it would be better if they weren't here any more. When Irons came back in his current state, Alan could hardly do anything against him, but if they could meet Rick there would be a chance to finish off the bastard considerably better.