Liam On The Run From Natasha

A battered car was a terrible sight. Enough to scare away pedestrians. But when it was a bullet filled car, they kept an even more distance from it.

"Were you shot?" Sarah asked worriedly, seeing the man clutching onto his side.

She extended her hand to touch him but got scared off by a glare from him. The man took away his hand and placed it on the steering. Seeing the blood on it, the woman affirmed he had really been shot.

"If you continue bleeding, you stand a very high risk of ending up dead in a few minutes." She reminded.

Liam sighed and looked at her. Then at her legs, or so she thought. "There's a first aid kit under your chair."

The woman raised her chair and pulled out the little kit.

"I wasn't shot. A bullet just grazed my side."

She nodded and got to work.

Took out some cottons, a pair of scissors and methanol.

After taking her desired quantity of wool, she held it with the small, silver scissors and dipped into the methanol before turning to look at him.

"Pull