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Peering down the alley Sully witnessed the figure crumble to the pavement.
"Ha, got you!" He cried out in triumphed running to the spot where the figure fell.
Nearing the spot he slowed to a jog and gasped.
"Oh Gawd, no!!" Sully yelled from the top of his lungs. Noticing movement from the corner of his eye a man jumped up from the pile of garbage bags and ran without looking back, running until totally out of site. A pool of blood started to form around Bosco's neck and head. Horrible gasps were all that was heard throughout the alley, bouncing off the brick, griffeted walls. Sully dropped to his knees and searched for the bullet wound when Bosco's eyes started to roll back into his head and started to gag and wheeze.
"Stay with me Bosco." Sully comforted, continuing to search for the wound. Blood seemed to be pouring out of an unknown source.
"Damn it !" He shouted unable to find the wound. He then choose to look where he didn't want to look, closer to his neck. Slowly pulling back his turtle-neck uniform shirt he uncovered the bullet wound between his color bone and throat. It's a freaking miracle that Bosco was still breathing let alone still alive, well barely.
"Ah crap." Sully said under a strained breath. Bosco continued to gag and wheeze, his eyes now all over the place, unfocused. Lightly tapping his cheek Sully managed to get him to focus.
All he could hear was the sound of blood rushing to his ears. All he could see was Sully saying something , but no words to be heard. All he felt was shear pain of the wound and the attempt of each breath. He could only lay there fighting to live and focus on Sully. Finally he saw Sully mouth the words ' Help is almost here.' Reassuring it was, fore he would have kicked the devil's ass just to stay alive. For Faith, for his friends.
T.B.C
Peering down the alley Sully witnessed the figure crumble to the pavement.
"Ha, got you!" He cried out in triumphed running to the spot where the figure fell.
Nearing the spot he slowed to a jog and gasped.
"Oh Gawd, no!!" Sully yelled from the top of his lungs. Noticing movement from the corner of his eye a man jumped up from the pile of garbage bags and ran without looking back, running until totally out of site. A pool of blood started to form around Bosco's neck and head. Horrible gasps were all that was heard throughout the alley, bouncing off the brick, griffeted walls. Sully dropped to his knees and searched for the bullet wound when Bosco's eyes started to roll back into his head and started to gag and wheeze.
"Stay with me Bosco." Sully comforted, continuing to search for the wound. Blood seemed to be pouring out of an unknown source.
"Damn it !" He shouted unable to find the wound. He then choose to look where he didn't want to look, closer to his neck. Slowly pulling back his turtle-neck uniform shirt he uncovered the bullet wound between his color bone and throat. It's a freaking miracle that Bosco was still breathing let alone still alive, well barely.
"Ah crap." Sully said under a strained breath. Bosco continued to gag and wheeze, his eyes now all over the place, unfocused. Lightly tapping his cheek Sully managed to get him to focus.
All he could hear was the sound of blood rushing to his ears. All he could see was Sully saying something , but no words to be heard. All he felt was shear pain of the wound and the attempt of each breath. He could only lay there fighting to live and focus on Sully. Finally he saw Sully mouth the words ' Help is almost here.' Reassuring it was, fore he would have kicked the devil's ass just to stay alive. For Faith, for his friends.
T.B.C
