KEHARI BIT ANXIOUSLY on his finger nail as he and everyone else watched down on Dreka attempting to doctor Amarie's arm up.
He'd never been squeamish to blood or gore. He literally had to deal with both on a daily basis. However, the sight of Amarie's blood was a different story.
The fluid left everything in its path stained cherry red like a massacre.
Her entire arm, her clothes, his clothes, his hands, Dreka's hands, the towels, the carpet, the couch, the pillows, the floor... all of it just bloody.
From one bullet hole that could've been avoided.
"OUCH, fuck." Amarie yelled in pain making everyone wince at the sound.
"I'm sorry. Just breathe, mami." Dreka hissed lowly.
As if he'd never seen a cut before Kehari got physically sick watching Dreka drag a small pairing knife into the sight of the bullet.
"Shitttt." Amarie whined, tears pooling in her eyes the farther the sharp blade dug into her skin.
She tightly squeezed her eyes shut bouncing her leg to distract from the pain. It hurt bad though... very fucking bad.
No matter how bad Kehari wanted to be supportive, he just had to move away from the scene.
