"Oh my gosh— are you going to die?" I asked Mr.Jung as he'd just gotten shot.

He didn't look alarmed or in pain, he just looked in a rush.

"Do you have a car?" He asked me.

I nodded, still worrying about his shoulder. "I, I should get you to a hospital." I told him as we started jogging towards my car. I didn't care if he got blood on the seat, he could die.

He got in without any resistance. He winced in pain surprising me; he was in agony but he was so good at concealing it. I wondered what other emotions he was good at concealing.

"Esme," He was breathing unsteadily "I can't go to the hospital." He told me as I was already out of the school parking lot.

"What?! Where do you expect us to go then? What about your arm?!"

He shook his head "We— I need you to take me to a Motel of some sort."

I looked at him in disbelief but he wasn't joking. "But... your arm."

He nodded "I'll deal with it when I get there."

I couldn't believe what I was doing. The right answer would be to take him to the hospital, so why wouldn't he go?

"If I take you to a Motel, will you answer every one of my questions?"

"Depends." He steadied his breathing and pressed firmly on the wound to stop it from bleeding.

"Then I'm taking you to the hospital, because you could be a serial killer for all I know."

He shook his head. "No, no... no hospitals. I can't be on the news Esme, this is important."

I stopped at a red light "Why?" I asked knowing he wouldn't answer.

He didn't. And I didn't drive him to a hospital.

I pulled up at a Motel that looked decent. Not one with flies or prostitutes hanging around.

I don't think I necessarily planned anything out in my head but I knew Mr.Jung needed immediate help so I was going to do what he asked of me.

"Hi," the reception lady didn't smile back "I'd like one single room for one night please."

After a couple moments and seventy bucks later I was given a key and I was able to go help Mr.Jung.

I opened the car and surprisingly he was able to get out on his own.

"Follow me." I told him as he stayed close to me, hoping not to draw any attention.

When we reached our room Mr.Jung's breathing became shallower.

"You okay?" I asked him still unsure why he refused to get help.

He shook his head. "I need you to do a favor for me."

I nodded. "Yeah looks like you're going to need a lot of help here."

"Do you have some sort of pain medication?"

I nodded. "Motrin for cramps, it's not exactly Morphine but it might relax you."

I handed him some out of my purse. "Need water?" He shook his head and swallowed them dry. There was a silence about the room that was unsettling. The fact that it was just me and mr.Jung in a hotel was amazing, but it wasn't just him and I in a motel room it was him and I in a motel room with a bullet lodged in his shoulder and the possibility of him being a serial killer looming in the air.

"What's the favor?" I asked him wanting to get straight to the parts where I got to ask him the important questions.

"Do you have some sort of girl kit in your purse? Like, a pair of tweezers, a mini sewing kit, and a sanitary pad?"

I was baffled "Um yes?" Surprisingly I had everything he mention in a little girl kit just in case of emergencies. It also had some makeup, a mini Tide detergent stick, makeup wipes, a mud face mask, and hand sanitizer. I had a mud face mask because Tang and I were supposed to be having a girl night but we never did because I was with Ryan.

"Good, I'm going to need you to remove the bullet. It's a small little thing and should be fairly easy to dislodge since it didn't shatter bone only muscle."

I looked at him in disbelief "I'm no freaking doctor Mr.Jung this is insane! I can barely look at blood."

He wasn't going to argue with me because he knew I'd do it. He was starting to become drowsy, either because of the blood loss or the Motrin. Probably the blood loss.

I sighed and dug around in my bag, finding the new pair of metal tweezers.

"I'd do it myself, but I can't see it." He told me.

He began removing his jacket slowly and cautiously, then his shirt.

I got up and got him towels so none of the blood got on the bed.

I turned around and felt as if I should cover my eyes in front of my topless professor but he didn't seem to notice, or didn't care.

I tried not to let the sight of his well defined body distract me from the gushing red and black wound I'd be attending.

"I can't believe this. Can we please just—

"No. The quicker the better." He told me "Don't take your time pulling it out."

"I— I can't look up a YouTube video before I start or something?"

He shushed me and laid down stomach (ahem, abs) facing the ceiling. "It has to be now."

I forced the feeling of throwing up and passing out down deeper and deeper until I couldn't feel it anymore.

He needs me. He needs me.

I took the tweezers and sat down beside him.

"I see it." Even as the bullet was covered in blood I could still see the metallic reflection.

I tried to be as careful as possible when I inched my tweezers deep into the small hole until I felt the bullet.

Mr.Jung groaned and I stopped "You okay?" My forehead was sweating.

"Quickly, Esme...please." His eyes were squeezed shut. He was in a huge amount of discomfort. My mind was in the gutter. If only he'd say those words, but on a different occasion...

I had the urge to close my eyes as well but I didn't. I clamped the tweezers tight around the bullet and pulled it out.

Mr.Jung arched his back at the pain and stifled an uncomfortable moan.

"Okay," I breathed adrenaline "now what?"

"Do you know...what a suture is?"

I gasped. he wanted me to stitch him up! Surprisingly, I used to watch a YouTube channel where this doctor named Sandra Lee would stitch up her patients after extracting something out of them. It was weird, but oddly satisfying, and now it's oddly useful.

"Yes I actually do. Do you think it'll work with a regular needle and thread?"

He nodded. I could see he was clenching his jaw. The blood was slowing but it still flowed steadily from the bullet wound.

"Okay." I felt more at ease than before. Since I had successfully removed the bullet I was feeling more confident about stitching him up.

"This is going to feel like  multiple shots okay?" I told him but He didn't answer.

I threaded the needle and did my best to stitch him up as quickly as possible. You know you did a good job when it almost completely stops bleeding.

No gaps in the stitching.

However this was my first time, and since he was starting to lose his pain tolerance mine was a lot sloppier.

I already knew what he wanted me to do with the sanitary pad. Which would've been comical if given a different circumstance.

I took the pad and placed it on his shoulder after tentatively wiping the wound with a makeup eraser. Then I tightly wrapped the clean part of his T shirt on top of the pad, around his arm.

"Done." I told him proud of myself.

He wasn't awake to hear me and a pang of fear hit my stomach. Is he dead?

I ran over to him and hovered over his mouth.

He was taking deep breaths. In....and out. In....and out.

His body was really hot. And I wasn't meaning in a sexual way I meant it seems as if he has a fever.

I sighed and cleaned up the bloody towels. Thankfully his shoulder wasn't (from what I could see) still bleeding.

The fact that he knew exactly what to do when he got shot unsettles me. I still had many questions that were owed an answer.

But I'd let him sleep. When he woke up he'll have to deal with pain and me interrogating him.

I grabbed a couple wipes from my makeup kit and I began to carefully wipe the blood off of his muscular arms and abdomen.

My eyes trailed over towards his face. He hadn't shaved this morning, maybe because he was in a rush to get Ryan behind bars. For my sake? Probably not. A girl could dream though.

I pushed the stray strands of hair out of his eyes and mouth. "Beautiful." I mumbled. I wasn't meaning to be creepy, it was just happening.

I gently touched his pink lips, I just wanted to know what they felt like that's all. I reached to cup the side of his face when his hand grabbed my wrist gently, making my heart jump.

"I— um, er...sorry! I didn't know you were awake." I told him but he didn't hear.

It was probably just a reaction. He was still asleep, his hand fell limp to his side.

I chuckled at my own reaction.

"Mr.Jung." I whispered in his ear "You'd better be ready to tell me everything there is to know about you when you wake up."