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Yeah, keep talking. C’mon. Tom thought to himself, willing his hands to steady. “Lilah? Yeah, she’ll make it, because you saved her. Tell me about Lilah,” he urged, hoping she would continue talking as he irrigated the wound. He flooded the wound with the water, and he saw a glint of the bullet. He took hold of the bullet with the tweezers and pulled it out. “I’m sorry, I know it hurts, but I got the bullet out. The worst of it is still ahead of us,” he warned, irrigating the wound again before pressing gauze to the wound. Tom turned and washed his hands off before turning and grabbing a suture kit from the well stocked first aid kit. “I have to stitch you up, but I have to tell you that I’m not comfortable doing this outside of a sterile environment and without proper lighting. If I do it here, you could get a major infection.” 

“She’s strong,” Cara murmured. “She was so hurt, and so scared, but she kept talking to me. She stayed awake. She fought.” Now all Cara could do was hope that she would continue to fight, and that she would survive. She opened her mouth to ask more about the girl’s condition when water suddenly collided with the wound, and she hissed as she gripped at the edge of the sleeping bag with her free hand in an effort to stay still enough for the man to work. But then he was pulling the bullet out and she knew she was in trouble. The gun fell from her grasp, her back arching as dark spots clouded her vision. No. No. She couldn’t do this. Not here, not now… The man was speaking again, and she tried so hard to latch onto his words, but it wasn’t working.

Everything went black.

Tom was so busy fumbling with the suture kit, he didn’t see the signs of her losing consciousness. He first heard the gun clatter to the floor. Shit. “Hey, Hey!” Tom’s voice was urgent, and he cursed himself for not finding out her name, not that she would’ve disclosed it. “Hey!” His voice echoed eerily throughout the empty building, and he nearly scared himself. He checked for a pulse and for breathing – both were fine. While her heartbeat was there, it was faster than he’d liked. Tom increased the pressure on her wound, in an attempt to further staunch the bleeding before suturing the wound. He pulled the bloodied fabric away from the wound and make quick work of his hands, sewing up the wound faster and more precise than ever before. He doused the wound with water once more, and sighed and sat back on his heels as the bleeding was contained. Now to wait for her to wake.