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Sorry this is so short. I'm the type of person that if I don't keep writing at least a little bit I won't write at all so trying to work on it (with toddlers running around it isn't easy lol). I hope you enjoy it, if not sorry!


I stare at him in shock. Could he really forgive me that easily? Do I deserve it? Why should I even want a murderer's forgiveness. All these thoughts race through my head and come to a sudden holt at Lucas buckles to the ground. I reach out to try and support him. "Are you alright?" I ask, what a stupid question. "What can I do?" "I couldn't get one of the bullets out last night. Think you could lend a hand?" With that he pulled aside his ripped shirt and I first catch sight of the wounds I gave him. He had managed to wipe them down but I can still see streaks of dirt and blood. It looks like he had taken a knife to the wound on his shoulder but the one on his chest looks more red and puffy. I gulp and reach out to touch it, seeming to need to confirm it and he is real. Steeling myself I say I'll help and guide him to the base of the tree to rest upon. I know there isn't anything in my first aid kit to help remove a bullet. I take some disinfectant out of the kit and clean my hands and my knife. I flush realizing he has been staring at me the whole time. "This is going to hurt, try not to move" I say after I wipe off the dirt and blood and prepare to try and dig the bullet out of his chest. I manage to grip an edge with the knife and snake my fingers around as the bullet springs free. A fresh gush of blood pours out but he barely flinches, that is until I press my hand over wound and his whole body seems to tremble. Trying to stem the flow of blood I am suddenly pulled forward against Lucas' lips. I can feel his heartbeat through his chest as he moves his lips slowly against mine. Everything seems to fade away except for the feel of his body against mine.