Dominatrix System

Chapter 116: Hiding

I pulled the bolt out and cursed softly as I did so. The various gang members were inside the hidden basement of the Inn. We were now laying low while the guards filled the streets from the fighting from the gangs. I wanted to be sure, but this very response was one of the things that kept us safe from rival gangs.

Blood flowed down my arm into my snow-white fur as the wooden shaft left my arm. I cursed again under my breath. The tip of the bolt was still inside my arm. It seemed to have hit my bone, and I needed to remove it before my arm started to heal. It would be another hot day in hell before I let a fucking bolt to the arm kill me. The shooter had gotten a lucky hit in, although the mana in the bolt helped that luck.

I was too busy in that fight to be able to protect my entire body; eventually, I missed a dodge, and I got snagged by it. That was expected. The bolt penetrating this deep wasn't something I expected, though, and I decided getting it out now would be for the best. I got up and found some of the water in the room and thanked my lucky stars; there was vodka in the room. We were in an inn, though, and this was a gang hideout. I took a bottle that one of the gang members was about to put their grubby fingers on.

The gang member didn't even try to protest as they knew that I was much scarier than their leader. They didn't know me, but they knew Cassandra, who told them not to interact with me. That was all they needed to know as they watched me grab some water and food that was prepared with the vodka and sat away from them, keeping my head down so they couldn't see my face. The blood dripping to the floor now showed I was injured, and the bleeding wasn't stopping.

I then poured water over my hand and started to clean as much dirt and blood off of them as I could. Soon my fingers were white, but it wouldn't be as good as having soap. There wasn't any of that down here, though, and disinfectant wasn't around either. I had to take my chances, though, since I pulled out the shaft of the bolt. I opened the vodka, and I soon felt the sting as I poured it on the wound. Fire erupted, and I took a swig of vodka for myself to dull my senses a little. I cursed under my breath and poured more of the bottle on my hands to hopefully clean them up a little more.

I took a deep breath and gritted my teeth. This wasn't my first rodeo with objects needed out of my body. At least it was my arm this time. My fingers pushed into the wound, and I ripped into muscle digging until I found by feel the head of the bolt. It took a minute, and pain screamed along my arm as I gritted my teeth. I tore more muscle as I ripped the head of the bolt out. A large grunt came out of me as I did so as I held a scream back. The clink of metal on the floor as I tossed it away filled what I found to be a now silent room. I didn't care; the bleeding increased, and I wished I didn't have a bunch of people watching me.

I had bandages in my inventory, and they were doing me exactly nothing by being in there. Too many eyes at the moment, and I didn't want strangers knowing I had the system. I cursed under my breath more as I retook the vodka bottle and poured it over the wound. It was the best I could do, and I wasn't happy about it.

Cassandra came up to me and passed me a needle and thread with some bandages that I didn't know we had.

"I grabbed them from upstairs. The guards shouldn't be coming in tonight." She whispered under her breath. I didn't nod; I just took them and grabbed the needle. I then started to stitch the skin closed. This was a poor solution, but it was something until I could get some proper care and supplies. The bleeding stopped, too, as I finished stitching it closed, but that didn't mean it wasn't still bleeding on the inside. I then left a hole on the edge of the stitches so that blood could seep out if it were.

I then did the best I could to wrap the wound up inside the cloak not to give my position away. I finished that soon, too, and sighed, leaning back for a moment as I pulled the bandage tight. I cursed under my breath for the hundredth time of the night.