The Macabre ➸ Psycho C.R.

《13》

-Darcie-

"Wake up, please, Darcie."

Burning

"We've got to remove the shrapnel before we can make any attempt to stop the bleeding."

Ache

"Make sure she's alright...please, Saff."

Blood

"Chandler I'm going to need you to stop leaning over her. I can't get this done otherwise. Nathan, take him outside."

"But, Saffron, I-"

"Riggs. Out."

I stirred, hearing voices. Being only approximately ten percent conscious, I slowly moved my head around, managing to make out Chandler and another figure arguing above me through my blurred semi-blocked vision.

As I drifted in and out of brief consciousness, I could register Chandler's eyes focusing on me, twitching up and down not sure where to focus.

My eyes closed and opened repeatedly, at a slow pace, as I felt my body jolt from side to side as my top was hurriedly being cut by the arm.

As the shirt peeled from my raw, bleeding skin, I tensed up and let out a hoarse groan of pain. Chandler moved down and pressed his forehead against mine. My eyes tried to stay focused on his features, but my eyelids were too heavy.

"You're going to be fine." He spoke through a clenched jaw. His tone was determined, yet somewhat angry. "You hear me? You're gonna be okay, D."

"Chandler, you need to get out. Now." A stern voice said from the other side of me. His head shot up and looked at the source of the voice, before moving back down quickly. A chill ran down my spine as his lips pressed against my forehead.

"Dude." Nathan said, putting a hand on his shoulder and pulling him away.

I lifted my arm weakly. "Chan...Na-ugh." I called out in a hoarse voice, groaning as another shot of pain spread through my shoulder.

"Honey, I know it hurts, but you've got to let me clean your shoulder out so I can bandage it up." A soft yet somewhat strict voice said from above me.

"But....I need-"

"I promise, Darcie, you're in capable hands. He's probably mentioned me. Saffron. I've got doctor's qualifications, I've dealt with bullet wounds before. Now I've just gotta-"

"AGHH!" I screamed as she stuck a long pair of tweezers into the bullet hole. I squirmed around on the table, trying to move away and stop the extra pain she was inflicting on me. "S...st..stop, pl...please." I begged. My body shook with sobs as I continued to cry out in pain.

I heard a frustrated sigh come from above me. She pulled the tweezers out of my arm, and bent a little.
She pulled leather straps from underneath the bed I was laying on, and as soon as she wrapped one around my jean clad ankle, I began trying to kick myself free whilst my heartbeat quickened.

"Keep still." She said, tightening the strap so my leg could only bend ever so slightly at the knee but not move. "I'm sorry, but I have to do this if you want to stop bleeding." She moved over to the other ankle where she did the same whilst I watched in mild horror. I was being treated like some sort of asylum patient. Why couldn't they just send me to hospital?

"Pl-please, don't t...tie me d...down." I cried, attempting to push myself up, but as soon as I put the slightest bit of weight onto my shot arm, I screamed and collapsed onto my back again.