The Marksman

Chapter Seven-The Outlines

I carry Yager with Jason's hands over my eyes to his safe house. I start to slow down because my thighs are starting to give me sharp pains. I feel Jason pull me. I stop and feel Jason turn me around. He removes his hands from my eyes and looks at me. "Look at me and only me. Do not look anywhere else. Study my face or my helmet or my chest." He tells me as he removes his jacket from his body.

He looks at me and places his leather jacket over my head and now I can't see a damn thing. I feel his warm hands place perfectly on my shoulders, I suddenly felt him pick me up and carry me off to the unknown. I hold Yager and felt more warm liquid and I know I am covered in his blood.

"Jason how bad is Yager bleeding?" I ask in a whisper. I feel his breath on my ear and neck. "Bad. I'm not going to lie to you but it is bad. " he whispers in my ear.
I hear a door open and then close. Then I feel something hard and cold. I was blinded by light when Jason removes the jacket from my face so fast. I look and see that I am sitting on his couch. I look at my shirt and it was covered in blood and most likely stained. I look at Jason and look at Yager.

"Get some towels. And a shirt." I tell him setting Yager on the coffee table. Yager was limp but breathing lightly. I run my fingers through his matted fur and find a bullet wound. I flinch, I couldn't do this. My hands are shaking and I don't want to lose my dog. This isn't fair. Jason returns with towels and some tweezers. I lift up Yager and Jason lays a towel down and I reach of the tweezers. I feel Jason's hand on mine.

"Let me do this. I'm sure you don't know how to do this stuff anyway." He tells me. I look into his blue green eyes and see a glint in them. "I only know how to do this to humans. I never had to do it to a dog before." I tell him. "It's okay. Just get yourself cleaned up and by the time you're done Yager should be fine." He tells me.

I get up from the couch and head into his bathroom grabbing his shirt. I close the door and remove my shirt and see the blood was also on my skin. I see a bullet wound on my torso. I sigh and put my shirt back on. I soak a small rag and wipe the blood off from my skin. I hear a knock on the door.

"Belle, Yager is fine. I have finished cleaning his wound and all. Come on out." Jason tells me kindly.

I sigh and open the door and Jason is standing in the doorway. He pulls me into a hug and rubs my back causing me to tense up. "Relax. It's okay. You looked like you needed a hug." He tells me.

I hesitate to nod but he lets go anyway. We walk back into the living room. I sit down on the couch and grab the tweezers and wipe the blood off. I lift my shirt up slightly and freeze. I've never done this to myself before. Remove a bullet. I feel Jason's warm hands take the tweezers from my hand. He sits down next to me and removes my shirt. I look at him. His eyes look at mine.

"Trust me. Let me do this. It's easier for someone else to do this." He tells me trying to reinsure me. His eyes go straight down to the wounds and doesn't wander anywhere else. I turn towards him and feel the butterflies begin to form as his hand moves towards my torso. I feel a sharp pain, I clench my jaw and ball up my fist and Jason tries to remove the bullet. "Son of a mother." I mutter as he pulls it out. I let out a sigh knowing this is going to take forever.

-Time Skip-

Now it was finally Jason's turn for torture of getting bullets pulled from his body. He removes his shirt and I raise an eyebrow. "Ummmm....you know you can keep your shirt on?" I tell him.
"Yea but it's easier for you to actually see where the wounds are actually at." He mocks me.
I let out a sigh and place my cold hands on his chest. The butterflies dance around making fun of my very being. I place the tweezers into his stomach and move them around feeling the bullet. He hasn't even moved or flinched in pain. There is so many scars on his body and chest. I feel something hard in his stomach. I grab it and pull out a bullet. He lets out a breath and leans his head on my shoulder. I hear his breath in my ear and I feel it on my shoulders. I decide to ignore it, and I continue to pull out more.