Victor's POV
Blood. There was so much damn blood.
I pressed the towel harder against the woman's shoulder, watching as red soaked through white in seconds. The safe house bathroom had turned into a makeshift operating room, with medical supplies scattered across the tile floor.
"Hold her still," Dr. Mercer muttered, his hands steady as he worked.
Raven paced outside the door, his footsteps heavy, agitated. I could practically feel his rage through the walls.
The woman—Tiara—moaned softly as the doctor extracted bullet fragments from her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered but remained closed. Probably for the best. The pain would be unbearable if she were fully conscious.
"Will she make it?" I asked, keeping my voice low.
Dr. Mercer didn't look up. "If infection doesn't set in. If she does
