A Girl's Turmoil

Chapter 6 - Inconspicuous

Never a day has been better for Sakurako, especially after the shootout. It is rather shocking for herself to actually survived a gunshot for the first time, given her fragile and petite body. But, of course, she cannot disclose how painful it is even with the adrenaline nulling her body. Never been so freaked to see the wound she had and how much blood she lost. It all happened so fast, too fast for her to register every inch memory seeping into her head. And she can't even calm herself and probably worsen the pain she felt.

Looking back into the bathroom, the place is a bit messy, at least at the sink. Bloodied tissues scattered all around the floor and the sink carelessly. The jar of honey and the yogurt is open next to the faucet. Ice bag placed on the edge of the sink, pistol placed on the floor along with magazines and a jacket. The inside bowl of the sink even dirtied with a bit of blood. A hand reached and turned the faucet on and proceeded to wash the tweezers on the other hand, before shutting the faucet off.

Her hands are still shaky and nervous, enough for her to be feeling nauseous. Sakurako attempts to try to calm herself by taking a couple of deep breaths and tight blinks. She holds the tweezers in her shaky right hand and aims down onto the recently cleaned gunshot wound. She didn't have anything to dull the pain, so she opts to bite the chopstick she got from the kitchen after grabbing the stuff in her room. Sakurako winces her eyes hard before eases herself and ready to put the tweezers in.

She then slowly reaches the tweezers down into her wound. Her eyes riddled with horror, but she managed to keep herself from nauseating. She keeps her eyes down to the wound and can't look away. If she wants to get this bullet out, she needs to keep an eye on her procedure to avoid worsening her wound. Especially that she never knew the medical procedure, and it's the first time she does this without prior knowledge.

Once the tweezers entered her wound, the first thing she said is:

"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKH!"

The chopstick thankfully helps her from biting her own mouth. She bit it so hard that she's pretty sure she just heard a crack on the chopstick. She tried her best not to look away and watched how she handled the tweezers. She slowly moves the tweezers through her wound, but the pain was too much that she had to shed sweats and cries in anguish. She screamed loud enough to be heard from downstairs. She's lucky that no one's in the house.

Her tweezers halt in its track for the moment to subside the pain away at a minimum. Sakurako staggeringly breathed too hard in doing so and did not even stop biting the chopstick. Despite the tears in her eyes, she then continues to push the tweezers deeper into the wound. She screamed, and her bite is getting stronger the more she pushes the tweezers in. She's reaching the feat that any middle school girls would never reach, and that is being done by a supposed dumb girl.

She keeps pushing the tweezers in. Hoping that she would-

*TIK*

She froze. Did she hear something? She then pushes the tweezers again.

*TIK*

She widens her teary eyes onto the wound. She found the bullet.

She then looses the tweezers open a bit to at least match the size of the bullet. It did increase the pain but should be enough according to the small size of the bullet projectile. She then slowly pressures the tweezers until it is tight enough to hold the projectile. She then slowly pulls the projectile out, which results in a sickly pain that equals to a nail in the flesh. Sakurako screamed with the highest tone she has as she bites the chopstick. She swears that she felt that the chopstick is about to break under her bite.

She slowly pulls it slowly and steady, the sickening sound of her moving flesh never been bothersome so much for her stomach. She could feel every inch of the projectile making its way through the hole. As she cries in agony, she could finally feel the lead nearly reaching its exit. But then halts in its track because it's stuck by the small size hole of the wound. She takes a deep breath for about three times before forcibly pulls the lead out.