"Here, hold this in your mouth." He said handing me his handkerchief.
I held the cloth between my teeth and nodded at him to start.
He sanitized the tweezers and held my arm. Gently, he poked them in. A wave of pain emanated through the already stinging wound. It was unbearable.
I screamed onto the hanky. Tears poured out of my eyes constantly. The pain was too much and unlike anything I had ever experienced.
He slowly pulled the bloody bullet out of my arm and immediately pressed it with a cotton gauze. My limbs shook with agony and I was close to fainting.
"Done. Now I have to stitch the wound." He said dropping the bullet in the sink.
He closed the wound with stitches. It was pianful too. I hissed and cried as the needle pierced my wounded skin.
By the time he wrapped up
