Damaged

/2\

Because I finished my last exam and school is officially over, I'll post the second chapter to this ;)

Amara pov

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. We have a dying attractive man in our car." Jay talks to herself when she's nervous. I don't have time for that thought because I have a man bleeding out in the back of my car. This guy is barely breathing, but somehow he's managing to squeeze the shit out of my hand. Whoever this guy is, he's been shot about five times. In the arm, chest, thigh, side, and shoulder. What happened to him? How on earth is he still breathing? His body is sweaty and bloody, and he's only getting worse.

"Jay are we-" suddenly the brakes are being slammed and I'm falling into the back of the from seat. I guess we're home. Jay gets out and opens the backseat door. She's nervous as hell, her shaking limbs give it away. Together, we haul the man out of the car, up the stairs, and into the apartment. We decide to put him on the only bed we have and patch him up there. "Jay go get my sewing kit, whiskey, patches, a bowl of alcohol, and tweezers." Quickly she goes and gets my requested items. While she's gone I strip the man. I'm horrified to see a lethal pistol, but I ignore it and get back to what's more important.

Holy shit this man is a fucking creation chiseled and crafted by the hands of Hod himself. Tattoos licked at every inch of his torso and a little bit down his legs. Muscles lay relaxed under the marked skin. His hands are big, rough, and tatted. I didn't notice this before, but his eyelashes are long and lay on his high cheekbones. His already chiseled jawline is defined of the fine line of his tattoos that come around his neck. The main thing that captivates me are the two large images tattooed on his body. The Hindu goddess Kali is perfectly marked on his abs and lower pecs. An interesting choice of goddess, in my opinion. Kali is associated with violence, death, and time; which makes her the goddess of change. Extraordinary choice of material, but who am I to judge. The skull covering his back. It's a dark masterpiece that is captivating to the eye, but damaging to the soul. It scares me, but intrigues me to a point to where I don't care if it came to life and consumed me.

Did you forget that he's bleeding out on your bed?

Escaping my thoughts, I grab a warm clothe and dab at his bullet wounds. Jay walks in and places everything down on the bed. With a small smile my heads reach for the whiskey and I poor them over his wounds so they disinfect them. Next I grab the bowl of alcohol and tweezers. It's time to get these things out, and it's not going to be fun.

The bowl is filled with bullets and blood. Whoever was shooting at this guy wanted him dead, these bullets are the real deal. No one uses these just to hurt someone, you use these kind to kill someone.

"Did-- you should really stitch him up." She's scared. Jay is terrified. The last time she saw this much blood... It doesn't matter. With a deep sigh my hands reach for the stitching supplies we have and I got to work.

Hours later I'm cleaning up my supplies and putting them out to dry. We moved him to the living room couch so I can keep an eye on him. Everything seems normal, so all I have to do is make sure he stays that way. Jay hasn't come out of her bedroom since I started.

A deep breaths comes from me and I dry my hands. Silence hangs in the air like a dead weight. This man lays still silently sleeping. How the hell did our lives come to this. Right when things are looking up for us, we have to come across an almost dying human being. God, I need something strong and unhealthy. Turning towards the fridge, I pull out a bottle of wine. I grab a cheap glass and poor it inside and then head towards the pantry to grab cheese-it's. Before I can turn back around there's something cold and hard pressed up against the back of my skull. I close my eyes and hold my breath.