Page 96 of Twisted Fate

“Don’t look at it. C’mon, let me sort you out.”

“Sort me out? Does that mean I’m bleeding? That’s what Slash says when I’m fucking bleeding,” I groaned, but he ignored me as he carefully towed me through the unfamiliar place, motioning to a chair by the sink.

I sat, wincing as the burning became worse.

“Hunter, what…”

“Don’t panic, but you got shot, babe,” he stated before I could finish my sentence, not at all sounding calm as he grabbed clean rags and filled the sink with water.

“I did?” I frowned, my head swimming at the thought.

I couldn’t have gotten fucking shot.

I swayed slightly, and his hand rested on my good shoulder to steady me.

“Yeah, you did. I’ve got you,” he promised and gave me a small smile, his voice as smooth as honey.

I stared at him silently as he cleaned me up, but I jumped when the door burst open and Slash stormed in, his dark eyes finding mine immediately.

“What the fuck happened?!”

“They shot my fucking house up!” I seethed, earning a glare from Hunter as I jolted around.

“Sit still, for fuck’s sake.”

Slash’s body went rigid as he noticed the blood on Hunter’s hand as he kept dabbing at my skin.

“Did you get fucking shot?”

“Yeah, fuck knows when though,” I mumbled, glancing at Hunter as he finished cleaning the wound.

He winced at me, letting me know it wasn’t over.

“This might hurt a lot. Sorry, hot shot.”

I frowned with confusion, letting out an embarrassing squeal as he dug a huge pair of tweezers into the wound, tugging on what I assumed was the bullet.

I gritted my teeth as he kept trying to remove it, but I appreciated him trying to soothe me as he occasionally ran his clean hand through my hair to show he was sorry.

Skeeter and Diesel marched in, halting next to Slash as he put an arm out to block their path, letting Hunter finish helping me in peace.

The bullet finally pulled free, and Hunter quickly wiped up the blood again before stitching me up.

That hurt like a mother fucking bitch too.

He stood in just the right spot so that I could fist his shirt to take my mind off the sharp pain of the needle.

When he was finally done, he gave me a concerned glance as one of his hands lifted to cup my chin.

“Hey, you okay? Is that the only injury you have, badass?”

I nodded, giving him a small smile.

I was getting tougher by the day, I swear.

How was I not a fucking mess right now?

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for getting me out in one piece. Well, sort of.”