You gently take the scissors out of his hand, even though you know he's not happy about that. Cutting his shirt, you reveal his already blooded muscular body.

There's a bullet wound on the left side of his stomach and you're aware of what to do. He slowly nods his head, pressing his jaws together. Kinda nervous about this, because of the possibility of his death, you take the tweezers, looking for the bullet in the wound.

Your heart widely beats in your chest, mainly because you know how painful this has to be for him. But after a few more seconds you pull out the bullet, proudly smiling to yourself. You put a bandage over his wound, when he places
his hand over yours.

"Thank you."

And with those words he looses his conscience.

- THE END -
(Go back to Chapter 78)

Whether you stay with him to help him or you leave is just up to you. I'm sure he's going to be grateful for what you did to him tho!