Sanctuary
“My fault because I’d known people were shooting off guns, and I hadn’t mentioned anything to Dr. Krantz like, “Oh, by the way, look out for flying bullets,” or, “Hadn’t you better stand behind this truck instead of in front of it? It might make better cover.”Nope. I didn’t say a word.And the next thing I knew, the guy was curled up in the snow beside the pickup, screaming his head off.Well, if you’d been shot, you’d have screamed your head off, too.I was out of the cab bed and into the snow beside him in a split second.“Let me see,” I said. I could tell the bullet had gotten him in the leg, because he was clutching it with both hands and rocking back and forth, screaming.Dr. Krantz didn’t let me see, though. He just kept rocking and screaming. Meanwhile all these spurts of blood were coming out from between his gloved fingers, and hitting the snow all around us, making these designs that were actually kind of pretty.But you know, I took first aid in the sixth grade, and when blood is ...spurting out that hard and that far, it means something is really wrong.MoreLess
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