The Six Days of Christmas

Day 2

December 20th, 2020
I cleaned up Brandon's leg with a wet rag while he still slept. He's barely said anything since he was stabbed. We ended up cutting of the girls fingers and letting her bleed out and shooting the man. That was our meal for the day.
Brandon crutched around on makeshift crutches made of 2 bamboo sticks, the stuffing of a pillow, and a plastic Ziplock bag.
"So, how are you feeling?" I asked him.
"Terrible. My leg is throbbing, and my stomach hurts. I also have a sore throat and a cough." He said with a sigh.
"Sorry to hear that."
"Whatever, you could've seen the knife, you were right next to her!"
"Ok. I'm not going to argue with you about this but if I could protect you, trust me I would've."
I went to the grocery store once again for some medical supplies for Brandon's leg. I brought gauze tape, cotton pads, and rubbing alcohol. When I got home I went upstairs to find Brandon on his phone. I handed him the bag and said," sit up" he sat up and I got to work, carefully taking care of the one person left that I loved, cautiously, and to the best of my ability.
    A few hours later, I went for a walk to see another rioter destroying and looting a Target. Nothing to see there.
As I laid on my back in the deserted park, I wonder if Brandon was right. Could I have protected him? I didn't see the knife, but I could've made her put her hands up, or at least tie them together. At that moment, I heard 4 gunshots along with a scream. Brandon's scream.