Snapped

Part 37

Blood and gore in this chapter, just a bit of language.

Yuki POV

I walked through the streets people running from me as soon as I was in their line of sight. At this point my leg was being dragged behind me. I stopped and ripped a large strip of fabric off my skirt, wrapping it around my leg and tightened it and winced with the pain. I looked around for something I could use, I first aid kit, a pharmacy anything. I saw a young man video taping me and gave him the middle finger. Next to him was an emergency kit attached to the wall in case of a disaster or villain attack. I dragged myself over there and the man ran away thinking I was coming for him. I ripped the box off the wall and opened it. Inside was a decent amount of gauze, surgical tape and water. I decided to do my leg first, I collapsed to the ground the cloth already soaked with blood and it streamed out onto the ground into a small pool. I opened the water and poured a little over the wound, it wasnt working I was going to need something stronger. A man walked by with a bag from a liquor store.

"Sir, over here please," I coughed trying to get his attention. He motioned his finger at himself as if to say 'me'. I nodded, he walked over slowly unsure once he was close I ripped the bag out of his hand and looked in it. A bottle of vodka sat in the bag next to a bottle of red wine.

"Hey..." he said nervously. I grabbed the bottle and put the cork up to my mouth and took it out.

"Sorry," I said. I gritted my teeth and poured the alcohol onto my leg, it burned like hell. "AAARRRGGG," I screamed. I poured a little more until it looked clean enough. I tore a package of gauze open and stuffed it into the hole, I finished by wrapping it with the tape. My shoulder was next, I couldnt reach it that well so I looked at the guy.

"Ummm," he muttered.

"Little help here bud, ill pay you back," I grimiced. He nodded his head fast and sat down.

'W..what do I do," he stammered.

"Help me take my shirt off," I said starting to undo the buttons.

"But there are so many people are you sure," he asked. I looked up to a small group of people that had gathered around us.

"Coward," I said ripping the shirt off. I was left in only my bra, but I had access to my shoulder. Shoving the shirt in my mouth and biting down on it I poured more of the vodka onto my shoulder. I screamed in pain and shattered the bottle on the ground. The man backed up with a small squeak. I had to get this bullet out of my shoulder.

"Ma'am can you come with us," someone said. I looked up and it was a female cop who looked a little scared. I saw a knife on her belt and grabbed it. "Hey!" she shouted. I took it, turned my head, straightened my shoulder as much as I could so I could see and dug the knife into my shoulder.

"MMMMMGGHHHH," I screamed through the shirt. I heard a slight clink as the knife hit the bullet and pulled it out. Instead of the bullet a shard of bone came out and someone from the crowd screamed. I threw the knife down and stuck my claw in instead. I hooked it and ripped it out and threw it to the ground in front of the police woman. Without the vodka to clean it all I had was the water. I poured it all over my shoulder before shoving gauze in the now gaping hole and crudly wrapping it with one hand in tape. Finally finished with the worst of the wounds my arms collapsed to my side unable to move.

"Ma'am ill have to take you with me," the police woman said.

"Have at it, I cant move anymore," I grunted. The woman called for back up and I was carted off straight to a hospital that just happened to be connected to a prison. I was cuffed to the bed and leather straps held my wings to the wall so I was unable to move them.