“Need to get the bullet out of him,” he said. Anita remained behind him and watched; Martin moved to unzip the man’s pants. Kevin didn’t quite writhe in pain, rather, he vibrated, his muscles tightening and loosening with each of his strained breaths. Kevin seemed to somewhat relax when his jeans were finally eased off of his feet, leaving him half naked and bleeding on the backseat of the car. Removing his pants had reopened the wound that was partially clogged. Blood was oozing free at a quick rate.
“Bring my briefcase from the front,” Martin said, his voice firm and calm. Without questioning, Anita rushed to the front and grabbed the briefcase which Martin had thrown beside him while fleeing. Martin worked to temporarily secure the wound with the legging of Kevin's jeans as a temporary bandage. Anita dropped the briefcase next to him. Martin took his attention off Kevin for a moment, opened the case, searching for the box of latex gloves he had kept somewhere inside. It took him a moment, once he had them, he slipped on the pair of gloves and turned back to Kevin.
“Now for the difficult part.” Martin heaved
Martin carefully unwrapped the jeans from the wound and spread the bullet hole apart with one hand, peeking inside the wound. It wasn’t too deep, but the blood was obstructing his view of the bullet. It wasn’t much help that the little light that was left was quickly draining from the sky.
“I need some more light,” he said. Anita burst into action, this time reaching into her coat pocket to claim her phone. She moved alongside Martin and directed the phone inside once she opened a flashlight app, holding the light so Martin could see what he was doing.
With some decent light, Martin took a deep breath and slid his fingers within the wound in search of the bullet. With his fingers inside, even with the light, it was hard to see anything. More blood gushed from the wound each time he moved, and the man’s muscles were so dense he practically had to dig at them to get any deeper. Kevin groaned in pain and occasionally jerked his body in pain, Anita held him down, with one free hand. Kevin clenched his teeth inspite of his morose state. The tip of Martin’s finger touched something that wasn’t pure muscle. It was the bullet.
Martin wriggled his fingers deeper, completely conscious of the blood that now soaked the seat and the sleeves of his coat. He managed to wedge the bullet between two of his fingers and wriggle it free; tugging it from Kevin’s muscles. Martin noticed Kevin’s ridiculous muscles. They were enormous; maybe even two or three times the size of his. No wonder the bullet had only gone far enough to scrape the femoral artery. It hadn’t caused much damage despite the fact that Kevin was bleeding like a horse.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow…..)
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