The Runaways

Chapter Forty - "Good People"

Cleveland gave me a sad look as he sat over me and held me down while Warren stuck his finger in my leg. I screamed in agony and started crying. It hurt so bad. Cleveland just kept staring down at me remorsefully.

"I'm sorry Elias." He whispered remorsefully.

I just gave him a nod of appreciation as I crossed my arms over my eyes over my head and cried into the grass while I laid on my stomach. I squeezed my arms together as I felt Warren pull his finger out from the bullet hole, I felt every single nerve as his finger ran past it, every single piece of torn muscle and flesh.

"H-How bad is it?" I whimpered.

Warren sighed as he wiped his blood covered finger in the grass, "Um. Well the wound itself isn't bad, it's not that deep nor did it break your leg, honestly it's looking like it will be a faster recovery than most..."

"And..?" I asked as I sniffled.

"Well the only issue is getting the bullet out. I'm not going to lie Elias. That's going to be the worst of all this." Warren said in a forlorn tone. He turned behind him where Corban was doing his best to put a fire together, "Corban I know I gave you a hard thing to do but we're working against the cloc—"

"It's okay Warren!" Corban said in an out of breath voice as he continued to hit a rock against a small piece of flint, "I know, I'm almost there!"

"Alright." Warren breathed tiredly as he put his hand back onto the bullet hole to keep pressure on it.

"Warren are you okay?" Cleveland asked.

"I'm fine. I'm just— very tired."

"Is it a sleep spell..?" Cleveland asked.

"I don't think so."

Oh God. Was this guy going to fall asleep while pulling a bullet out of my leg?

"Okay Elias are you ready?" Warren asked as Corbans fire burned behind him illuminating where he should make the incision with nothing but a hunting knife.

"Not exactly..." I muttered.

"Corban I need you read to clean up the blood alright?" Warren said as he glanced over at Corban who had graciously given up his undershirt to stop the bleeding from my leg.

"Yes sir."

"Alright Elias count of three again okay?"

"Oh god..." I whimpered as I bit down on my sweater sleeve.

"One... Two... Three."

I tensed the entire top half of my body as I felt the hunting knife cut through my skin, it stung as I felt my blood pouring out and down my leg. Warren had to create a wedge shape in my leg in order to get the bullet out, and I was not going to enjoy any of it.

I let out a groan as I forced myself to not start crying again. I could feel Corban dabbing up all the blood every few seconds as Warren tried to cut down through the best was possible. After awhile it was just too much feeling the knife slice down my leg so slowly like that. I started crying a second time and letting out an occasional groan. It hurt so bad and it just didn't stop.