Kyle didn’t look up, his focus entirely on the task at hand. "It’s deep, but you’re lucky. It missed any major arteries. You’ll be fine, boss."
Rowan grunted in response, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he forced himself to remain still. The pain was sharp, a burning sensation that radiated from the wound with every movement. But he refused to let it show. Not in front of his men.
Kyle continued his work, the room filled with the soft sounds of his tools and Rowan’s controlled breathing. He removed the bullet with careful precision, the metal clinking against the tray as he set it aside.
Blood welled up, dark and ominous, but Kyle was ready, quickly suturing the wound with deft hands.
Rowan’s thoughts, however, were far from the physical pain. He couldn’t shake the image of Vaughn’s
