There wasn’t any fancy medical gear, not even proper anesthesia, just the bare minimum. One of the agents was doing his best to dig a bullet out of Andrew’s shoulder with nothing more than a small folding knife, heated over a gas stove that, thankfully, still worked.
Andrew groaned in agony. He could barely handle the pain, it was brutal. For the first time in his life, he was being cut open while still alive, the wound being dug deep to yank out a bullet lodged in his flesh.
“Damn, you’ve got a big body. Can you please sit still and pretend you're making my job easier?” the agent grumbled, clearly annoyed as Andrew kept squirming like a worm on a hook.
“I—I can’t! It hurts like hell!” Andrew whined, the pain unlike anything he’d ever felt before.
“Quit whining already. I’m almost done
