“Ember?” he said frantically.
Her eyes were dozy and glassy. She looked up at him, barely able to fixate on his glare.
“Slide …” she said softly.
Tjon ran over to them, limping and sweating but sounding excited by their victory.
“Is she okay?” he asked.
The volume of his voice made Slide cringe, leaning away from him slightly.
Ember turned to face her friend, a smile on her lips growing slowly, looking like she had just had too much to drink.
“Tjon …” she said, reaching out for him clumsily.
Slide looked down at her thigh. She was bleeding heavily, leaving a pool of ruby red blood upon the brown soil of the ground. It looked like the bullet may be lodged inside her leg, which concerned Slide greatly.
“She’s bleeding …” Tjon said.
Slide nodded, attempting to veil his annoyance. He
