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it getting heavy for him to hold?
    “Tell me everything you’re doing before you do it, and we’ll get along just fine.”
    “Okay. Just relax.” Stupid Neanderthal. She snapped gloves on, never happier than right now not having actual skin to skin contact with someone, and grabbed a handful of gauze pads. She held up the gauze for him to see before wiping blood from the wound for a better look.
    “Tell me how you got this wound.”
    “No.”
    Her eyes flicked to his. “You realize I need to know what happened so I can figure out the best way to treat you.”
    “Just patch me up and stop the pain.”
    She tightened her lips and examined the wound. She’d only seen a bullet wound once, but that was enough to know exactly what this was. She hoped to God, Lynx had been the one to shoot his sorry ass. But what if he’d gotten to Lynx first and he lay bleeding to death out there right now while she was wasting time nursing this guy?
    “Ouch! Watch what the hell you’re doing.”
    She jumped back when he’d hollered. “There is no exit wound.”
    “So.”
    “I know this is from a bullet. You need to go to the hospital.”
    “I’m not going to any fucking hospital.” His hand tightened on the gun, and he pointed it back at her, resting the butt of the weapon on his thigh. “Now fix me up.”
    Oh, she’d do that all right. “You want me to dig the bullet out, or sew you up with it still inside?”
    The direness of his situation finally dawned on him, and he swore.
    “You could have internal bleeding,” she said, piling on the bad news. “I’m not equipped for surgery here.”
    He swore some more. “I’m going to kill that fucking bastard.”
    Did that mean Lynx was still alive? Her heart swelled, and she had to glance away or chance revealing the rush of feelings coursing through her.
    “Can you tell where the bullet is?”
    She met his eyes. “It’s going to hurt if I probe in there, but I’ll be able to tell fairly quickly if it’s something I can treat or not.”
    He studied her for what felt like another endless night. “Do it.” He released a deep breath out of his nostrils.
    She placed gauze pads over the wound to help with the bleeding. “Here hold these in place, and could you put the gun somewhere else? I don’t want you to ‘accidently’ shoot me if I hurt you.” And she planned on hurting him.
    “Don’t hurt me, and I won’t shoot you.”
    “Seriously? What’s your name solider?” She’d recognized the marine tattoo. That seemed to get her somewhere with this redneck.
    “Pete.”
    “Okay, Pete. How about you let me give you an injection. I have locals here for stitches and such. Nothing stronger than that.” She lied when he went to shake his head. “This is a small clinic. I can’t have hard drugs here. People would be breaking in all the time.” She said that with enough deadpan that he bought it.
    “Do it.”
    She pointed to the cupboard above her. “I’m going to open the door and grab medicine. I should give you a shot of antibiotics too.”
    “Yeah. Good idea.”
    She relaxed her breathing, trying to show a calm she didn’t feel as she turned and opened the door, slowly going through the vials of medication, looking for something that would knock this douche bag on his ass. She couldn’t go for anything that he’d recognize or anything that would take too long, since he’d feel the results and probably shoot her dead before the drugs completely took affect.
    “Nice ass,” Pete hummed. “The higher you reach the better your ass looks.”
    Oh yeah, he was going down. In the back, she found what she was searching for.
    Ah, that would do nicely. She opened the other cupboard and pulled out a vial of penicillin. “Are you allergic to anything?”
    “No.”
    It seemed the more medical in nature she kept the conversation, the more he lowered his guard.
    “I’m grabbing a syringe.”
    “Let me see the meds.”
    Holding her breath, she carefully picked up the bottles and showed them to him. He studied the bottles, barely glancing at the penicillin which was clearly labeled. “What’s this?” He pointed.
    “A common local, used to deaden the area so that it doesn’t hurt when I dig into you with tweezers looking for that bullet.”
    He winced at her words, and then gestured with his hand. “Get to it then.”
    She turned back to the cabinets as relief flushed through her in a hot rush. Her hands shook, readying the two syringes. She faced him