Riley
I hear the beeping of the machine accelerate with his heart rate. Not knowing if it was my touch or my link. It made me happy to see any kind of response.
"We must get started."
"What do I need to do?"
"The bullets need to be removed."
I look at the crusted over holes all over his body. This was going to suck.
I place a hand over the one closest to me, on his shoulder. "Open", I know, unoriginal. But sometimes the simplest answer is in the simplest command.
I watch as the wound opens up and clear fluid, followed by blood and pus flow down his arm. Gross! Grateful for the hand towels that Ares produces, I clean up the mess before I can continue.
My stomach is threatening to spill it's contents.
"Now the bullet."
I place my hand over the now gaping wound. But hesitate.
