They didn't know how long they were there for. Beau came by and silently helped Mark clean the bullet wound and wrapped it up. Mark let out strained groans and tried to stay still so the pain wouldn't worsen. Jonathan felt a mix of anger and just plain numb. He didn't understand why the school would do something like this. With their own students, nonetheless.
"We should get it checked at a hospital," Beau said as he started arranging his equipment back into the first aid kid. He turned to Jonathan who was glaring at him and sighed. "Look. I know. Lots of questions but no answers are infuriating especially when you can tell right from wrong. But I can only say, I'm really just a school doctor."
"Say what you want, I won't trust you," Jonathan said in a low voice, half surprising himsel
