Andrea slowly opens her eyes then with a groan, she raises herself up to a sitting position. “That hurt like a bítch!”. She takes her hand and rubs the spot she was shot on.
“You’re alive”. Brian smiles happily and Andrea looks at him like he grew a second head.
“Of course I’m alive dumba$$! I’m wearing a freaking Kevlar”. She taps the vest then looks at Isabel. “Are you crying? What is wrong with you both?! I am not dead!”.
“I can see that now”, Brian murmurs and gets up from his crouched position, picking up his gun along the way.
Andrea tries to get up then groans and sits back down. “Dammit!”. She sighs.
“Need a hand?”. Brian asks. Andrea looks up to see Brian’s palm outstretched. She grumbles as she reluctantly places her palm on his then he pulls her up. “Feel better now?”.
