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"A short but passionate love story, maybe just a bit too explicit to turn into a Disney film"- Berlin
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"It's just a scratch on my side" he grunted as Me, Denver and Helsinki considerately pushed him over onto his hip.
"There is no exit wound, the fucker is still inside of him" I groaned. "Nairobi are you getting a manicure or a medical kit, hurry the fuck up" I screamed.
"He's going to bleed out" Denver whispered.
"Hey I'm old I've got loads of blood, I've eaten a lot of blood sausage in my time" Moscow beamed through his pain.
"Nairobi measure out some Morphine for me" as I tugged off my t-shirt compressing that down on Moscow's wound. As I stabbed the syringe into his chest, following the clear liquid that sped out the bottle, Nairobi frantically cut out parts of Moscow's jumpsuit.
"Shit, shit, shit" I muttered as I ripped open his jumpsuit seeing his undershirt covered in the crimson liquid, Blood still gushing out parts of his chest. "Moscow, I've had to pull out bullets from babies, this is like treating a cold for me, don't worry"
I comforted as Nairobi called out "I'm putting in an IV line"
"Okay Moscow this might hurt but I need to check if a bullet penetrated your lungs, breathe in, and breathe out," I said watching his chest rise and fall slowly. "Breath slower" I whispered as I pressed two fingers against the side of his neck "His pulse is spurting up"
"Tokyo you aren't at home and watching a live medical show so please get up and go get some gauze" I cried watching her scramble up from her bike and kneel down besides Moscow.
"Moscow calm down, it's all going to be fine," Helsinki said, lifting up Moscow's shoulders slightly.
"Hey, you're going to be okay," I said clinging onto Moscow's sweaty palm.
"Yes," he smiled as I nodded shaking the tears out of my eyes.
I got up, nodding over to Nairobi to take over holding gauze over his wounds as I sobbed against the wall. We didn't have the equipment needed to extract 3 bullet wounds. We could stop the bleeding, or he could hold on for a while but he would ultimately die due to intestinal bleeding. Moscow either had to stay tough or walk away from us all.
"Berlin, one of your teammates are dying and you are here watching fish" I spat, walking into the room. "Three bullets, three bullets right into his stomach" I cried, holding up bloodied fingers.
"Well you are a surgeon no, aren't you able to take them out" he shrugged.
"We don't have the equipment for it, he either dies from internal bleeding or failed surgery, we don't have the blood transfers, enough stitching equipment or the sanitary things we need to make sure he doesn't contract an infection. We need to call a doctor with enough equipment"
