Fight To Live

(OLD) Chapter 34: Lost (OLD)

Cain's POV

"I need medical supplies." I said as I looked down at Archer.

He was laying on a couch inside the house we had just cleared, breathing very slowly. Reagan and Adam were both sitting in recliners with their shoulders bandaged where they had been shot. Adam had passed out from blood loss and over exertion and blood loss. We had buried our dead group members outside by the shed. Cindy had put Salwa to sleep in an upstairs bedroom after deciding she'd go up there and stay on watch from a small balcony.

"I need more than I have here at least... I know how to save him... but I need stuff to do so." I said as I felt Archer's pulse.

He's very weak... I need to do this now.

"I'll take a few people out to that pharmacy a little ways down the road." Ezekiel responded as he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Ok." I said nervously as I stared at my soon to be patient. "I-I'll start with what I've got."

The man gave me a nod and walked out of the house, taking Shiva with him. Jaylen and Abel followed him out.

I looked down at the extremely pale, shirtless teen in front of me on the couch and took a deep breath.

God I really wish Talia was here... or Adam wasn't unconscious... I don't know if I can do this alone... what if I fuck up and make things worse instead of saving him.

"I can't think like that." I muttered quietly as I grabbed the backpack that had all the medical supplies in it.

I pulled everything out of the bag and glanced between the tweezers on the small table next to me and the two bullet holes in Archer's abdomen. I grabbed bottle of hydrogen peroxide and realized it was almost empty.

I really need more stuff.

"I'll have to work with what I've got for now." I whispered as I shook the bottle a little. "I hope they get back from the pharmacy with more supplies soon."

I grabbed a cloth that we had found in a drawer in the laundry room and poured some of the peroxide on it, then poured the rest over the bullet holes. Archer's body tensed slightly and shook some but he stayed unconscious. I then wiped the tweezers and a needle with the cloth to clean them before I set the cloth down on the table and placed the tools down on top of it.

I need more light.

I ran into the kitchen and started digging around the cupboards and drawers until I found a small flashlight. I clicked it on and a dim, flickery beam of light appeared.

Not much life left in the batteries... I'll need to be quick.

I ran back to the living room and went to the couch. Archer seemed to be getting paler by the minute.

Please don't die on us... please... we've already lost so many people.

I grabbed the tweezers and put the flashlight in my mouth so that I could use both my hands while still getting the extra light I needed. I was shaking from nervousness as I placed one hand on the teen's stomach and spread one of the bullet holes apart and readied the tweezers above the wound. I started to put the tweezers in but stopped and pulled them out again.