Everyone Can Be Bought

(5) Blood

"Killer!" A.J. jumps out of his jeep and runs over to Killer who's clutching her arm in pain. "Rin get over here!"

I run over to her, still pondering who that guy was. I see her arm, well, what was supposed to be her arm, covered in blood.

"A.J. hold her while I look at her injury!" He does as I ask and holds her still. She's clutching to him, trying to muffle her sobs in his chest.

I grab her arm trying to see how deep the cut is. This is difficult considering, we are literally in the dark and I'm not a raccoon with awesome night vision.

"I can't see anything! A.J. take off your shirt-stop looking at me like that- it's to stop the blood!" I order him.

He does as told and I wrap his shirt around her arm.

"That was a good suit! Now look at it; all bloody!" He whines trying to make light if this situation because we all know it's very serious.

"You're hilarious!" Killer spits, "Now get me out of here before I bleed to death."

She doesn't bleed to death. Although by the way she complains the whole ride to the base, A.J. and I kind of wish she had. The base isn't anything spectacular; it's just a mansion. It wasn't my idea to have our base in a mansion but I was forced to accept it. I'd rather want it to be in an abandoned warehouse but noooo that was too original and obvious.

"Make way guys, Killer got attacked!" I yell and everyone clears a path.

"Again?" Everyone sighs.

Now you may think Killer is her nickname because she can fight really well and is vicious. That's not the reason, it's because everyone, literally, tries to kill her. Her real name is Klarince by nicknaming her I did her a huge favor.

A.J. and I carry her to the infirmary. Yes, we have an infirmary, which is the biggest room in our base. It needs to be the biggest room because it's where everyone spends most of their time. We place her on top of the medical table.

"The table is cold!" Killer moans.

"Sure that's what you should be worrying about!" I scoff and slowly unwrap her injured arm. Blood's still flowing out of her wound but it isn't as much as it was previous. She's covered in bruises and small cuts here and there.

"I'm gonna throw up!" Hedge coughs looking away.

"As I recall, I didn't ask for you to be here!" I snap. "If you can't handle a little blood get out!"

Hedge flinches and runs out of the room probably heading for one of the many bathrooms.

"I'm getting light headed..." Killer moans grabbing A.J.'s hand.

"Q, call Valentine I think she might need stitches." I ignore Killer's complaints.

Q dissapears out of the room, in an instant. I run to a desk and pull out some cloth. I grab a bucket from underneath the sink and start filling it up with water.

"Killer, this is going to hurt! I need to clean it so Valentine can work on it. I'm sorry!" Killer nods her head in aprroval and I place the cloth over her cut.

"Damn it!!!" She cries.

"Language please!" I continue to wash away the blood. With every stroke, I can see that it isn't near as deep as the previous one was. "Good news it's not that deep!"

"Well yay!" She strains, squeezing A.J.'s hand even tighter. His face is growing pale and I can't tell if it's because of her tight grip, or that he can't stand seeing Killer like this.