"Fuck, Richie!" Seth had Richie's arm over his shoulder and he was helping his little brother into their car. "Fuck!" Seth exclaimed as he stood up straight after Richie was slouched in the passenger's seat. Richie sat scrunching his face from the pain, he had a bullet in his shoulder from some bastard who unexpectedly decided to try and fight back. Seth took care of him as soon as he realised what had happened, though. Seth slammed the car door shut and rushed around the bonnet to get into the driver's seat. He looked over to his little brother who was holding a hand over his bullet wound but not making a noise. Seth turned the key in the ignition and they were gone, leaving a big dust cloud behind them.
"Richie? How bad is it?" Seth kept asking and looking over to his brother but also trying to drive as fast as he could without crashing into anything. "Richie?!" Seth sounded panicked now because his little brother wasn't saying anything.
"I'm fine." Richie said, his voice as calm as always. Seth looked over to him wondering how the fuck he can act so calm in this situation. But Richie was never one to show much emotion. Richie took his hand away from the wound slowly to see the damage to himself, he could tell the bullet was still inside his body but how deep it was, he wasn't sure. His hand was covered in his own blood and as he tried to push his glasses up onto the top of his nose he smudged some blood on the lens when Seth drove over a pothole. Richie looked a little aggravated by this and Seth noticed, but he couldn't really help the shitty roads they had to drive over.
"Is the bullet still in there?" Seth asked trying to peer at Richie's shoulder quickly, Richie nodded. "It's alright buddy, I will get it out, I will take care of it." Seth spoke quickly and as if he was reassuring himself rather than his brother. They had been taking care of each other's wounds ever since they were little, but neither had been shot before.
Richie tried to look out at the road to see where they were headed but the road starting blurring and everything went white.
"Richie!" Seth kept shouting his little brothers name as he urgently drove to their motel room, they have a few medical supplies that they always bring with them but they need to get off the road first. "Just hold on, Richie..." Seth kept saying and he reached over and held Richie's nearest hand for a moment. "I'll fix it..."