My Winter

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Winter's pov:

Two days. I haven't left this room in two days. I haven't even seen Nic in two days. I've been to depressed and hurt to leave. The pain of what he told me was too much. I didn't want to see him. Just thinking about him, not only made it worse, but it also made me angry.

But I was also torn. I wanted to apologize for what I said. I wasn't the nicest either. But at the same time, I feared what else he would tell me. Or what else I would tell him.

So I stayed. In our bedroom. Since Sunday. Food was brought to me, but I barely touched any of it. Annabell and some of the other girls told me Nic would be leaving to take care of some work today. They said he was planing on amushing some other mafia's that betrayed him. Hope it works out well for him.

A part of me was worried. Parts of me worried he would get hurt or worse. Scratch that... all of me is worried. After all, he is going into a place full of strong mafia leaders. Just as bad and strong as he is. I have a bad feeling about this.
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I was reading a book when I heard ruckus and yelling from downstairs. I scrambled up from my bed and out the door when I saw Nic carrying a large body up the stairs.

"Winter." He looked at me worried. "I need you help."

He had blood all over his body as well as the body he was carrying. I looked down and saw blood dripping from his body.

"I need you to open that door." He gestured with his eyes to the door across from me. "Quickly. He's heavy."

I quickly opened the room and stepped in the room. It was another bedroom. I didn't know about this. It wasn't as large as ours. It was white and black, the more modern colors.

Nic quickly followed me in and laid the body down.

"Bruno!" I exclaimed, rushing to his side.

I couldn't recognize him because of the blood and cuts all over his face. I looked all over at him. Despite all the blood, I could tell where his wound is.

"What do you have for this?" I asked Nic. I didn't really know how to ask if he had any tools, so I hoped he knew what I meant.

"Everything. Jax is bringing it."

I nodded. "Take off his shirt." I ordered taking my Hoodia off and throwing it on the floor.

As Nic was taking off Bruno's shirt, I checked his fever with my hand. It's getting higher.

Jax soon rushed in and laid down a bag of everything I needed.

"One more thing. I need a hot bowl of water with a rag."

He didn't say anything else and rushed out.

"Do you know how to do this? I can help. Done plenty of this." Nic suggested.

"A little bit." I bit my lip. "When I was 16 I had to help mom because someone shot a young man across the street from our house. He was loosing to much blood. The ambulance wouldn't have made it in time if mom and I didn't do anything."

Nic grabbed us someone latex gloves. As soon as I put it on, I examined Bruno's wound. He was shot in his left shoulder.

"The bullet went through." Nic said.

"Good." So I didnt need to worry about getting that out. That would be the worse part. Sometimes the bullet can move if it stays in the body. And it would be hard trying to find a tiny bullet to get it out on time.

"So clean it, stop the bleeding and stitch it up?" I asked in confirmation.

"Yeah." He rolled his sleeves up and grabbed a bag full of liquid, and an IV with it.