“Emmalyn’s POV”
“Just try to relax and recall what he said. Keep trying,” he added before sauntering towards the door.
“Wait,” I asked.
“Come here!” As my eyes fell on the wrapped cloth around the upper portion of his left arm, I couldn’t hold the urge to call him.
“Wha happen?” Asking in a concerned voice, he inched closer to me.
Without uttering a word, I stood up to my feet and held his arm before untying the clothing from him.
My eyes almost jumped out of its socket when it fell on the huge wound of a bullet, “hell! It’s not from a pistol.”
“Yep. I told you it took lots of effort to take you out of there,” he disclosed.
“It’s from an AR gun, for sure,” moving the fingertips near the swelled area, I spoke in a concerned voice.
“Yup. It’s from an M416,” looking in my eyes
