I was panting slightly, now from pain and mounting worry. It was irrational, I prayed I was just overreacting. I had been so sure he would just get over his anger. It had never occurred to me to be worried about what would happen if he didn't forgive me.
Joel broke the silence between us.
"When did it happen?" was all he said.
"In the security room they shot me in the stomach," I said remembering. "One almost hit me in the face. I got lucky, it just grazed my cheek."
Joel put the back of his fist against his mouth, but didn't say anything.
"We ran to the roof and the guy in the helicopter got me in the leg when I tried to jump on it. Dia tried to distract the guy, but he kept gunning for me," I finished.
"You were already injured when you ran from the house," Joel surmised.
"Yes," I
