"He's hurt real bad. Can you guys carry him inside? Then, get some hot water and clean towels ready. I will help him get the bullet out."
Gabriel quickly got someone to do it.
They brought Bradley up to a small room on the first floor. Freya took the clean towels and gently wiped his body. She made sure not to let the wounds touch seawater, as that could cause infection.
"Hang on, I'll get that bullet out for you. There's no anesthesia, so if it hurts, just bite down on this towel," Freya offered. She prepared to insert the towel into his mouth, but the man turned his head to avoid it.
Grabbing her slim wrist with his powerful, thin arm, he then said, "No need, I've got this."
"Okay, then try not to talk too much. It might strain the wound," Freya reminded him. She lowered her gaze to
