Dorian's lifeless body hit the cement like a sack of potatoes. I stood like a statue for a moment, not yet registering what had happened. I killed someone. Dax's groans of pain brought me back to earth and I quickly crawled over to him, throwing the gun across the room.
"Not to be that cop, or anything, but throwing a gun is incredibly dangerous." Dax scolded, clutching his bloodied wound with his good hand.
"Give me a firearm lesson later, for now, let's focus on getting you to a hospital."
"There's no time for that, I'm bleeding too fast and too much, you need to take the bullet out." He winced, nodding toward the stairs. "Go check to see if there's a needle and thread somewhere upstairs-"
"Are you insane?" I screamed, blinking at him.
"No, I'm logical. The nearest hospital is forty
