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He took the gun and placed it on a chair.
“Better, ma’am?”
“Yes, thank you.”
My instincts told me I should take the gun and call the police, but the way he held his pain at bay made me believe he wouldn’t survive much longer if I didn’t help him, and that he wouldn’t hurt me.
“I don’t have sterile instruments.”
“Ruby did it with a knife. Just take the silver out. I’ll heal.”
The power was out, and I had no light except the flashes from the lightning and my phone.
“I need something else, tweezers and a scalpel.”
“A knife is enough.”
“I… I don’t have one that’s good for this.” I bit the inside of my cheek like I always did when I was so fucking nervous I could have vomited.
He offered me a long, rough-looking knife. “Do it already.”
“Wait! Wait!” My hands shook. My damn soul shivered, and I was almost sure I peed my pants.
What was happening? How was it possible that this man knew my grandma? And she removed bullets from him before? My grandma was the sweetest, softest woman I have ever known. She would faint at the sight of blood on TV. All this must be a mistake. And where did he get shot?
“Yana, hurry!”
He spoke my name like a prayer, as if his life depended on it.
“How do you know my name?”
“Ruby told me. Now please, I’m dying. I don’t have time to explain more. I need to get back out there. My guys are getting killed . Take the silver out.”
I used my phone, turned on the flashlight app, and leaned it against the empty Mac and cheese pot. Then I turned on the flame on the gas stove. It didn’t give me much light, but it was better than nothing. My body worked on autopilot. I found the two emergency candles in the cupboard and lit their wicks. The white, pure light offered me a better picture than my phone app.
The man was gorgeous, with soft, light caramel brown hair and a face so beautiful it was almost painful to look at. His white t-shirt was drenched in blood.
“I need to cut this off of you,” I told him.
His eyes watched me as I cut the shirt with his knife and ripped the fabric apart.
Four thick, gushing wounds looked back at me. Four bullet wounds. Two in his perfectly sculpted abs and two in his chest.
“You should be dead,” I whispered. “I think I might accidentally kill you.”
He grabbed my wrist in his big hand. “Yana, stop questioning yourself. Just do this. I need to get back to my guys.”
“I need something to clean the knife and myself.”
I turned back to my counter and took a bottle of Vodka I kept for sleepless nights. Dripping some of the pure liquid on the blade, I burned the blade in the fire on the stove. The smell of sizzling alcohol made me feel alert.
After grabbing some paper towels, I drizzled some vodka on the wounds and wiped the red blood away with a paper towel. That’s not sanitary, I thought to myself.
He inhaled and bit down on his white, shiny teeth. The guy had beautiful stubble that made him look even more intriguing. His chest and upper arms were covered in tattoos that pictured wolves and Nordic symbols.
“I’ll do this. But I still think we should call the ambulance.”
“Yana, do it.”
