he’s hurt— and all she can think is well, it was only a matter of time. you don’t busy yourself with work like his and escape every time. at least she has a bit more experience with patching people up, even if she never set foot in france years ago. she tried, and now the nurse training might finally pay off.
❝ i’m gonna need to remove the bullet, it’s not gonna heal right if i don’t. ❞
try as she might there isn’t a hint of emotion in her voice. she’s a sweet girl, she shouldn’t ever have blood under her fingernails and yet she sounds so ready for it. queenie seems focused, determined. her steely resolve cracks only for a minute. she puts her hand on his and gives him an affectionate squeeze.
❝ i got whiskey, you want some ?? ❞
ADRENALINE FADED ; pain dancing along his chest && shoulder , circling where bullet lay buried in pale flesh. the italians were better prepared than they thought. four casualties on their end. thankfully his boy wasn’t among them. he didn’t want to drag his ass to queenie’s house , but he didn’t want to cause his girls any UNNECESSARY WORRY. it was hardly the first time he’d been shot , && he knew it wouldn’t be the last.
shirt had been removed , used to stop the flow of blood from the gash above his eye. once white vest stained crimson down left side. HISS slipped through clenched teeth as pain blossomed after an attempt to roll his shoulder back. ‘ then stop talking && get it over with. forget about the whiskey && get me a belt. ’