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“Sure you don’t want help, Bro? You shouldn’t be standing yet.”
“Look who’s fucking talking. How’s the peg leg?”
No reply, but I could imagine his face on the other side of the locked door.
“I’m good, Rook,” I cemented. “I need to do this myself.”
I heard the faint sound of his hobbled footsteps retreating and finished lifting the last bit of tape from my skin, jostling the bandage enough to cause a sharp pain to shoot all the way back through my skull, setting off a persistent throbbing ache once it subsided.
I gritted my teeth, rethinking the fucking morphine for half a second before I forced myself to pull the bandage the rest of the way off, not stopping once I began to pull despite the agony making my fingers shake.
“Fuck,”I gritted out, tossing the bandage into the sink and squeezing my one eye shut. The muscles around the missing one tried to flex as well, only serving to worsen the aching.
I slammed a fist against the countertop, the pain in my hand helping to dull the sharpness of the pain in my ocular cavity.
From the look of the bandage in the sink, it wasn’t going to be fucking pretty, but I made myself look again.
I blew out a breath, finding something other than what I imagined.
Not a garish crater-like wound that was caving in half my skull.
Stitches ran down the middle of my upper-eyelid, sewing it back together. The skin of my eyelids and around my eye screamed in shades of purple, red, and yellow. Swollen and brutal.
The thin wet red slash between my eyelids where my eye used to be looked like something out of a horror movie. Just really good special effects.
An all red contact lens.
But I knew the truth. I knew there was no eye there, and what I was seeing was the backside of an ocular cavity injured by the force of a bullet.
It had to be a ricochet. That was the only way the bullet wouldn’t have continued to travel, past my ocular cavity and deeper into my most vital organ.
The guys were right. I was lucky.
My chest squeezed at the thought of Ava Jade ever seeing this.
Not only would she always blame herself for it, but…
I was fucking hideous.
Maybe when the swelling went down… when it began to heal.
I laughed darkly. No. Not even then.
I’d wear a patch for the rest of my life. I’d make sure she never saw it.
All that would be left would be to learn a really good fucking pirate voice and buy a parrot that could ride shotty on my shoulder and the look would be complete.
I choked on the next laugh, swallowing past the bile rising in my throat.
Vance would never walk again, I reminded myself.
This was nothing.
But I’m already the weakest of us,my mind whispered.Now Rook and Corv will only have to pick up even more slack for my sorry ass.
Would I still be able to shoot with one eye?
Drive?
