New York- Where Dreams are Made

Chapter 94- Luck

"Ow!"

I flinched away as Darren yelled.

"Darren honey please let me wrap your shoulder up."

He groaned and held a hand to his arm.

"It hurts, Charlotte."

I sat down next to him on the couch.

"I know. But you have to let me help you."

He opened his eyes again slowly, moving his hand from his arm.

"Arms up."

He carefully held his arms up, groaning when they reached a certain height.

I slowly lifted his Newsies hoodie over his head, revealing the white, blood stained bandage wrapped around his shoulder. I bit my lip and hid a sympathetic groan with a cough.

His unwrapped arm reached over to the bedside table for more fabric. He handed it to me. I unrolled the soft fabric and put it to the side.

The loose tip stuck out from under his arm.

"Aha!" I called, peeling off the start of the bandage.

Darren ground his teeth together.

"I know, Love I'm almost done."

When I was finished unwrapping, I set out to fetch the cleaning stuff Dr. Mary gave us.

"This might sting a bit. I told you not to yell at me, but I give you permission now."

He nodded, still grinding his teeth.

I pressed a wet cloth onto his wound. He sucked in a deep breath.

"Dammit." He muttered.

I kissed his cheek.

"You're doing great, Love."

He sighed.

I took the new bandage and began to wrap it around his shoulder and arm. I tucked the end in tightly.

"You're a lucky man."

He nodded sarcastically.

"I'm going to figure out what happened, D."

He looked up at me.

"Foul play?" He asked, curiosity sparking in his eyes.

"How else did Leslie have a real bullet?"

"We only use dead bullets. Never anywhere near real ones."

He laughed holding his arm again.

"Yeah, there was nothing dead about that."