“I need to check and see what damage the bullet did, ok?” He asked her.
She nodded, a look of pain sweeping across her face.
The hole in her shirt was towards the center of her body, a little down and over from her heart. Unbuttoning her uniform he could see a shotproof vest, which was good. Pulling back the uniform, he could see the flattened shot stuck into the vest material. It hadn’t penetrated.
Yes, that didn’t mean she was safe. An impact could break ribs or cause other damage, but at least the vest kept it from becoming fatal.
“Your vest stopped the shot, but you’re bleeding pretty badly from the neck,” He said.
Now that he knew she didn’t have a shot hole in her chest, he started trying to do something about the wound to her neck.
He checked her carriage and, after a minute o
