Chapter Forty-One
Jay dropped to his knees before Damien. Jay himself had taken a round in his left shoulder. It burned like hell, leaving his left arm dangling uselessly at his side. But the pain was nothing compared to watching Damien lie there with that slurping noise coming from his chest. Damien’s eyes were half-open, focused on him. Jay felt useless.
Lucia was over Damien, her medical bag open on the floor. ‘Sucking chest cavity,’ she yelled above the rush of air.
Her hand was pressed firmly over the exit wound on the left side of Damien’s chest. The round must’ve ripped open the skin on Damien’s back and burned its way through his flesh, smashing open the veins and nerves. It had gone wide on his left side, missing his heart and perforating a lung.
Jay couldn’t give a f**k about
