Time for a Bit of Improvisation

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'You're covered in blood.’

'Am I? Wow, had no idea.’

Aurora rolled her eyes, before examining him further.

Nathanial groaned, climbing into a bar stool, wincing.

'NO! That’s leather! WHITE LEATHER! Awww, it’s going to stain!’ Aurora mourned for the chair.

'We’ll get a new one.’ Nathanial huffed, 'Nice to see you so clearly distraught at my pain.’

‘I’m distraught you destroyed a perfectly good bar stool. Now lemme see the damage.’ Aurora walked over to him, trying to lift up his shirt.
Nathanial pulled away, covering the wound with his hands.
‘Get your grimy hands off me!’

‘I’m trying to help. You need help.'

'My doctor is coming as soon as she tends to my men.’

'But that’s going to take forever! You’ll bleed out!’

'It's not that bad 'Rors.’

‘There is a bullet inside your stomach, having ripped a whole through your skin and is threatening your life, no fucking biggie.’

‘I pulled the bullet out.’

'HOW DUMB ARE YOU! JESUS CHRIST!’ Aurora hit Nathanial with the tea towel she had slung over her shoulder, 'Have you seen any TV show?! Read any book where someone gets shot?! What is the one thing you never do?! DO YOU HAVE A FUCKING DEATH WISH?!’

‘Calm down. I’m not freaking out and I’m the one losing all the blood.’

'At least let me clean it. Please... For me' Aurora begged.

Nathanial turned back towards her, slowly lifting his shirt up to reveal the wound. Aurora pulled her first aid box out from the pantry, gesturing for Nathanial to climb onto the marble surface.
He lay down, staring up at the ceiling.

Aurora leant over the counter, gently pulling away his shirt to reveal a bloody bullet hole in his lower right abdomen. Aurora grimaced, the sight making her slightly queasy.

'What are you even going to do? You have zero clue on anything medical.’

'Please, I’ve seen all 15 seasons of Grey’s Anatomy; I’m practically qualified.’

‘Oh really? So, what are you going to do Dr Castillo?’

'Um, well I should probably clean it, then wrap it up until you can get stitches. It might have damaged some organs, lemme just Wikipedia it.’

‘I swear to God, if you Wikipedia it...’

'Ok Siri, how do I treat a bullet wound?’

Nathanial shot up, his face contorted in pain as he grabbed the phone from Aurora’s hand.

‘Are you fucking insane? I’ll call the doctor, just stay far away from me!’

Aurora put her hands up in surrender, taking a step back. ‘Fine. Fine. Your loss not mine.’

Nathanial dialled a number, talking into the phone, no doubt to a doctor.

‘He’ll be here in two minutes. Now, can you leave me alone?’

‘NO! What if you drop dead in the next two minutes?’

‘Oh God, what a miracle that would be!’ Nathanial huffed, lying back with his hands on the back of his head.

Aurora grabbed two cookies and handed one to Nathanial, ‘So how did it go?’

‘Fine. They weren’t expecting us, there wasn’t many men so it all ran smoothly.’

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