"You remind me a lot about my soon to be ex-wife." Martin said. Anita’s gaze returned to watch over Kevin when Martin hesitated, but when he spoke up, she looked up at him, this time not through the mirror.
"I- I hope that isn't a bad thing," she looked down, Martin turned to look over his shoulder, her face slightly flushed.
"Not at all."
The silence resumed, but the inside of the car vibrated with Kevin’s snoring. He hadn’t meant to tell Anita that she reminded him of the only woman he’d ever truly loved. Sure he’d been thinking it the entire time, but there wasn’t any reason for her to know about it. Kevin’s snores worsened to the point where Martin was about to tell Anita to wake the man up. He found that she too had fallen asleep. The car began to make a puttering sound. He steered the car to the side of the road, where it rolled to an abrupt halt. He turned off the engine and sighed, not bothering to try and start the vehicle again. He knew it was out of gas.
Anita perked up once the car stopped. “Great. No gas?”
He didn’t need to explain the problem to her. He sighed and popped open his door, hopping out into the warmth of the late evening. The sun was on the horizon, but it was quickly disappearing. He didn’t have a clue how far they were from the nearest city, there weren’t any signs to give him an idea.
Martin walked around the vehicle and opened the door on Kevin’s side. The man lay there, obviously asleep, but with his eyes half open and his pale face glistening with sweat. He watched the man’s laboured breaths, knowing that despite the fact that he wasn't a doctor by any means, he needed to get the bullet out of the wound. Even if they could keep moving, they wouldn’t be able to take him to a hospital to have a professional deal with it.
In order to ensure Kevin’s survival, he would have to do something about it now. Kevin snored laboriously, a death snore, oblivious to what was about to happen, and Martin decided he would get started. He grabbed Kevin’s torso and turned him so his legs were hanging out of the door, both of his pant legs soaked with blood. A plan was forming in his mind when Anita appeared behind him.
“What’re you doing?” she asked. Martin didn’t turn to her when he began pulling off Kevin’s shoes.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow…..)
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