“Where do guys even have the time to think about stuff like this?” Krista asked. “He’s bleeding out!”
“It’s a paper cut!” Sinner exclaimed. “That’s not nearly as important as whether or not I was right or wrong. And I was most definitely right.”
“You most definitely weren’t!” Derek snapped. “That’s not even close to his definition!”
“Whose definition?” Krista shouted.
“Fox!” They both turned and yelled.
“I think I’m gonna be sick,” I groaned, rolling over and puking up my guts on the floorboards.
Knight rolled me back and pressed on the wound again, but I could tell he wasn’t doing shit to stop the bleeding. The bullet must have nicked something.
“Well, we definitely can’t bring it back now,” Sinner sighed.
“No kidding. Blood is one thing, but puke? That smell never gets out of anything. Might as well sell it.”
Krista leaned in and whispered, “Do you really work with these guys?”
“Not on a regular basis.”
“We need to get him to a hospital,” Knight said.
Sinner yanked on the wheel, pulling over to the side of the road, nearly sending all of us flying into windows. Turning around, he looked at Knight in concern.
“Wait, you mean an actual hospital?”
“Yes, the kind with medicine and everything.”
“Shit, so this isn’t just a paper cut?”
“No, which you would know if you weren’t arguing over the definition of sure!” Knight snapped.
“Hey, in my defense, I was just trying to lighten the mood and keep the little woman from freaking out.”
“Hospital. Now!” Knight commanded.
Geez, even I was about to jump up and salute. We pulled back on the road and were on our way to the hospital, but the bickering had at least died down a little.
Or maybe that was everything dimming around me?
Grasping Krista’s hand, I tugged her closer. “Are they still arguing?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice laced with concern. “Can you not hear them?”
I shook my head slightly, hating the look of terror on her face.
“It’ll be okay. Just a bullet…wound,” I said, my voice drifting off.
“Hey, stay with me! Rob, stay with me!”
“I’m here,” I mumbled, trying to do as she said. I knew Knight was still pressing down hard on my side, but I hardly felt a thing anymore.
That was bad.
“Rob!” she shouted, grabbing my face.
“Pretty eyes,” I mumbled, cocking a grin at her, or what I hoped was a grin.