KIRA’S POV
"Kira, you need to sew him up, or the wound’s gonna get infected again. You have to do it."
“I can’t do it, Antonio. I can’t stitch him up. What if I bleed a vein or worse—what if I do something wrong and hurt him? Or worse case scenario, kill him?” My voice trembled as I ran my hands through my hair. The room was cold, but I felt unbearably hot, my exhaustion pressing down on me like a heavyweight.
“I’ll walk you through the process,” Antonio said, his tone steady. “Don’t worry, I’ll be with you every step of the way. But you need to stitch him up and bandage him. And it's just like you said. The bullet wound is taken care of, so you don’t have to worry about hurting him.” He let out a dry chuckle. “The guy pulled two bloody bullets out of himself and stitched it up without
