Eleven

Sally's POV

"Why did you help him? Is this not what you want?" Grandma said, her voice was shaking.

One of the many men came back with the big red first aid kit and put it right next to me.

"Leave." I opened the lid. I disinfected my hands before wearing rubber gloves. I correctly identified the bullet first and asked my grandmother to put her hand under the bullet, preventing it from moving further.

Quickly put the yellow liquid on his skin and I continued to stab the scalpel into his flesh as I dug the bullet out of his chest.

When the bullet was out, I sewed the wound I created and disinfected it. The bullet wound, too, I wiped the blood, stitched it, put a little more alcohol against the infection on top, and covered it with palm-sized gauze.

I walked away to check my work, not bad. However, my expression was still serene, to answer my grandmother. "I just helped because you said he was your soul mate." Taking off my gloves, I threw them away before going straight to my room.

"Sa