the last ones: Paige

chapter 2

once i got on the roof of the house i saw Leslie laying on the ground,she held onto her shoulder and blood dripped from between the corners of her hand and fingers,her tears streaming down her cheeks as she groaned in pain softly. I quickly kneel by her and help her up,her sliverish hair was messy and tangled in knots,some strands painted with a silver of blood,i help her by her waist and helped her to the bathroom. Once i sat her on the toilet i got out our med kit,"what happened?" i asked softly as i wetted a rag,she used her other hand to wipe the almost dried tears from her cheeks,"i..i can't remember,the last thing i saw before it happened was.." i quickly placed the rag on the wound,causing her to groan in pain before she could finish. I quickly finish cleaning the wound and put the rag away,"are you ok?" i asked softly as i looked around before getting out some alcohol and another rag,i then got out a pair of tweezers, "don't look ok,try not to think about it." she took a deep breath in as i then put alcohol on the rag and put the bottle down before rubbing the rag on the wound. She hissed a bit from the pain but i stopped,"there,now for the worst part." she looked at the other side of the room and frowned,"please..please don't say that." she said through her gripped teeth,"here,take this,biting some helps." i clean one of the rags and then dried it and handed it to her,she quickly grabbed it out of my hand and placed it in her mouth and bit down hard. I make a small smile as i grab the tweezers,"ok,do you remember the song mom use to sing?" she nodded and i started to hum,i softly digged trough the open wound,she grunted and groaned in pain in between moments of singing,"Hush little baby, don't say a word,mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird.." she suddenly cried out in pain,i could feel the bullet and quickly grabbed it,"almost got it" i said hastily as i worked,blood moved down her arm,both big and small drops,some even got on the tweezers. The smell of iron was strong,she kept singing even though she sobbed it out,the tears rolling down as quickly as the blood on her arm did,"and if t-that mocking bird won't sing." she choked out,i finished her sentence softly as i finally pulled the bullet out,"mamma's gonna buy you a diamond ring." i got out some cloth and placed them on her wound before wrapping it up with gauze,i put the stuff up and cuddled her,not caring much about the bullet for now,as soon as she fell asleep i carried her to the front room and laid her on the couch. I went to my room and got a few pillows and blankets,i got back and pampered her up then let her sleep for now. I walk back to the bathroom and study a bullet,'but it doesn't look like any hand gun bullets I've seen',i thought as i threw the bullet in the trash and headed to the kitchen.