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Authors note; Once again, we are sorry for the wait on the chapter. For those that are not aware, this is co-written by Jaccione and Onisius. Hope you all enjoy.
Chapter five...
He groaned in protest as she hauled him back to the bed. It would have been better to do it in the bathroom with running water. But he kept his mouth closed for once. He had not even had a chance to slip something to pick the locks with. His eyes fell forlornly on his belt, lying across the room and his bags that had any number of things, if only he could get to them.
Throwing him unceremoniously onto the bed, she quickly re-cuffed his hands over his head.
"Parker," He groaned as he found himself re-cuffed to the bed head before he even had a chance to react. The pain in his leg throbbing from his hard landing on the bed.
She took hold of his ankles and swang him so he was lying down completely again before she walked down to the end of the bed and waited for him to give her his legs.
He thought briefly about fighting her, but he knew it was useless. "Please, I can't go anywhere, that's not really necessary is it?" He was almost begging and he hated himself for it.
She crossed her arms and raised a perfect eyebrow, saying nothing.
He sighed heavily, and shifted his legs into position. He shook his head sadly.
Parker took hold of his wounded leg and tied it tightly before walking back around to the supplies she had dumped on the ground.
He was surprised that she had only tied one leg. And then he realised that she was planning on taking the bullet out herself. "Parker no, you can't do this. Please. Let me do this." He struggled futilely.
"Do you want the other leg tied?" She warned darkly.
"No," He answered quickly, breathing heavily. "Please Parker, I'm a doctor, I can be a doctor. Please let me do this."
"Are you going to keep talking like this?" She asked flatly.
His head flopped back on the pillow in defeat. But he did not want her doing this.
Smiling at him triumphantly, she pulled his pants down to his ankles.
His hands clenched in the cuffs in their impotence to do anything.
Sitting on his lower legs, she took off both towels and looked at the wound. It was smeared with blood and turning blue and purple with bruising.
He lifted his head and tried one more time. "I give you my word that I won't try anything..." He started. "Parker, you know I have never lied to you. Never."
Growling in anger, she got up and took the gag from the floor and shoved the socks back into his mouth and tied it with the tie tightly.
Jarod growled in fury as she shoved the sock back in his mouth. He tried pleading with her, but only muffled noises came out.
When the gag was secure, she sat back on his legs and looked at the wound.
He looked at her, trying to plead with his eyes. Moaning as she sat on his legs, he writhed, trying to dislodge her. He shook his head back and forth, but the gag would not come out.
Glaring dangerously at him, she asked, "Do you want me to screw this up?"
He stilled himself and looked at her. Finally he shook his head.
She took a gauze and soaked it in antiseptic, wiping the blood away.
He wanted to scream at her to leave it alone. He lifted his head trying to see what she was doing. His eyes opened wide as the antiseptic hit his wound, and his breathing hastened. He could not breath through his mouth, so he was snorting in heavy breaths through his nostrils.
She took out the long pair of tweezers and looked at them strangely, "I wonder if I need to sterilize these?" She asked herself, but looked discreetly at Jarod through the corner of her eyes.
He nodded furiously. Hoping that she could see him. Oh please sterilize them he was thinking.
"I'm sure it wouldn't do much damage if I didn't." And she placed them near the open wound.
He bucked his entire body, trying to get her attention.
"Oh relax wonder boy. I know what I'm doing." She shot at him.
His head sank back onto the pillow, exhausted. For a moment, he concentrated only on his breathing. This was going to hurt, and hurt very badly. He tried to find that place that allowed him to block out most of the physical pain he was about to experience. Parker was going to do what she was going to do, he realised that all his protests were in vain. He closed his eyes and forced his body to relax.
Parker reached over him and took the gag out.
He gulped large breaths. "Thankyou,"
"I hear one sound from you, words or otherwise, it is going back in. Understood?"
He nodded rather than answer.
"Good."
But he did not think he would be able to keep quiet through this.
She got up and walked over to the bar and poured three glasses of vodka.
He watched her pour the drinks, biting back a comment about her ulcer that automatically sprang to his lips. He could only hope one of them was for him.
Gulping one down, she placed the tweezers in the other and took the last to Jarod. "If you think you can drink this laying down, you can have some." She offered.
He nodded. Lifting his head as high as he could, straining his shoulders and arms, bringing up his free leg to offer his lower body some support.
Holding the glass to his lips, she poured it down his throat slowly. She could only imagine the burn it would cause from how slow it was going down his throat.
He forced himself not to choke on the burning liquid. But he scrunched his face up. He knew that it would do nothing but increase his thirst, but he would deal with that later.
Parker had to laugh, she couldn't help the distaste on his face.
"Thankyou," He whispered, afraid to say much more.
She let that one word go, "You're going to need some more after this."
He nodded in acceptance. Fighting the urge to try and argue with her one more time.
Sitting on his legs again, Parker took out the sterilised tweezers and pushed it through the flesh. The vodka on it would burn like nothing else.
He tensed himself against the pain and concentrated on his breathing. A hiss escaped his lips as the tweezers hit his flesh. He tried to SIM what she was doing to distance himself.
Parker growled at him warningly. "Jarod, I said no noises. Not one." Using his name, she knew it would pull him out of the SIM she knew he was in.
He kept his eyes closed tightly, trying hard not to make any noise. His breathing increased rapidly as she pulled him out of his headspace.
She twisted the tweezers around in his leg, pushing it in deeper.
"Ahhh," He moaned, turning his face into his outstretched arms. He forced himself to stay still, biting back the screams as she moved around inside, looking for the bullet.
Pushing them in further roughly, she scolded him, "What did I just tell you?"
He bit his shoulder to stop from screaming again. What the hell did she expect from him?
Seeing him stay quiet, she went on. Five minutes passed, and still nothing. This wasn't a good sign. She knew what she was doing, she had done it on herself quite a few times.
He was panting, trying to manage the pain, but as she dug deeper, he couldn't help it. A loud moan escaped, despite his best efforts.
Her worry overtook her anger. "You sure there's no exit wound?" She asked him concerned.
He looked up at her. He tried to shrug, too afraid to speak. He did not know. He had not had the chance to touch it, let alone inspect it properly.
She slipped her hand under his leg and felt for another wound and bit her lip when she found none.
Finally he could stand it no longer. "What's wrong?" He asked.
Getting off of his legs, she grabbed his free leg and flipped him over onto his stomach, seeing both lot of restraints dig deeper into his flesh, his arms twisted painfully.
Jarod cried out as his battered chest hit the bedcovers and his injured leg twisted painfully.
Grabbing the knife from the floor across the room, she dipped it into the vodka before sitting back on his legs.
He struggled to get his head out of the pillows so that he could breath. He could no longer see what she was doing. "Parker?" He called urgently
"Stay still." She ordered. She pressed around the back of his leg, feeling for the bullet.
"What are you doing?" He had no choice but to stay still, the way his arms and leg was twisted. "Owwww," He howled as she pressed on his leg.
"Quiet. Now." She barked, as she pressed a little hard onto his leg.
He thrust his face in the pillow to muffle the scream that ripped from his throat as she pressed even harder.
"Gotcha." She smiled as she felt the bullet.
He moaned as she pushed and felt around. Trying very hard to stay very still, he forced himself to relax again, and think about his breathing.
Taking the knife, she took a deep breath. "Stay very still Jarod. I can't afford you moving and screwing this up."
Trying to SIM what she was doing, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
She pushed the knife down into his flesh hard, stabbing his leg and creating a new wound.
He screamed into the pillow as he felt her cut into his flesh.
Taking the knife back out, she wiped an antiseptic-covered gauze over the wound, clearing the blood away.
He panted heavily, waiting for the next step. Not being able to see what she was doing, he was visualising it in his mind. He only hoped that she had cleaned everything thoroughly
Dipping the tweezers back into the vodka, she pushed them into the hole.
He moaned loudly into the pillow again, forcing himself to stay still.
It took less then a minute to get the bullet, but she lost grip of it and growled angrily as she once again forced them back into the wound.
Wishing it were over soon, he didn't know how much more he could take before he passed out. "Parker," He groaned, "What are you doing?" But his voice was muffled by the pillow. If he passed out now, he had no chance to escape before they got here. So despite the tempting urge to submit to the blackness, he fought it, clinging on to consciousness.
Taking a firmer hold of the stubborn bullet, she yanked it out quickly before she could lose it again. Putting the bullet and the tweezers back into the glass of vodka, she sighed softly.
Jarod screamed loudly into the pillow as she finally ripped it out of him.
"How are you doing Jarod?" She asked him gently.
He lifted his head, "Just peachy." He said before he dropped his head heavily back onto the pillow, trying to get his breathing back to normal.
"The genius cant even think of his own lines." She shot back. Taking the bottle of antiseptic, she poured a small amount into and over the wound.
"Ahhhh,"
"Shhh." She snapped.
He closed his eyes, trying to hold in the moan that he wanted to make.
Taking some more gauzes, she wiped it clean before applying a thick cream and taping it up correctly. Climbing off of him, she gently rolled him back over, careful not to make the fresh wound worse.
Jarod moaned as his chest peeled off from the covers, but he was glad not to have his arms twisted so painfully anymore.
She quickly did the same to the entry wound, taping a gauze over it when she finished cleaning it.
He knew that there was fluff and lint in his chest wounds and he was not looking forward to having them cleaned either. "Did you get it?" He finally asked when his breathing was a little steadier. But his voice was weak and trembled.
Untying his ankle, she pulled his leg up, so it was bent at his knee. "Would I be taping your leg up if I didn't?"
"Ahhhhh," He winced as his leg was moved up. He decided it was prudent not to answer that question.
Taking a bandage, she quickly and professionally wrapped his leg up before lowering it back down.
He sighed as she lowered his leg. It was throbbing like crazy and he desperately wanted some painkillers.
Looking at his chest, she took the tweezers and the antiseptic and gauzes and sat on his lower waist.
He tried to shift away from her as she moved towards his chest.
"Do you want me to shoot you again? Just so I can go through all that to remove the bullet?" She threatened.
He let his head slump back and closed his eyes tightly again, trying to brace himself from what he knew was coming.
"Better."
He snorted at her, but said nothing.
She gently removed all of the pieces of fluff from his wounds, trying to not hurt him too much. But hearing the snort she 'accidentally' slipped and watched as the tweezers ground against the open flesh.
"Ahhhh," He moaned and writhed, biting back a demand for her to please be more careful.
Hearing the moan, she 'slipped' again, but said nothing.
He opened his eyes and glared at her. She was doing it deliberately!
She stared him down, fire burning in her eyes.
He opened his mouth and then thought better and closed it again. But he let her know clearly with his look what he thought about this.
She continued to gently pick out the pieces of enemy objects from his chest, glaring back at him. "Better be careful how you look at people who are tending your wounds rat." She growled darkly.
He tried to control the small moans that escaped his lips. He screwed his nose up at her comment and turned his head to the side. How he hated being called that!
She smiled coldly at him as she continued the treatment. When she was satisfied she had taken everything out, she unscrewed the bottle and slowly poured the stinging antiseptic over his chest, listening to it hiss and sizzle.
"Ahhhhh," He failed to hold back the scream as the liquid hit his chest. It felt like it was on fire. He thrashed his head from side to side trying to escape from the intense pain.
She lost her temper and backhanded him in fury.
Jarod hardly even noticed her hitting him, the pain in his chest was so intense. He kept his eyes screwed tightly closed while he waited for it to subside.
Taking the glass of vodka, pulling out the bullet, she poured it over his wounds as she warned him to stay quiet or it would only get worse.
He tried so hard not to make any noise, but it escaped nonetheless. "What are you doing?" He panted.
Parker hissed in fury as she dug her fingers into the larger lacerations.
He thrashed against the cuffs, trying to escape. Moaning and hissing, he finally tried to still himself as the stinging of the vodka wore off. He was breathing as if he had just run a marathon.
Pulling her nails from the wounds, she glared at him. Picking up a gauze, she roughly wiped clean his chest and proceeded to tape more gauzes over his wounds.
He tried to bite back the moans as she roughly dressed his chest. But he was exhausted now, and little more than noises from the back of his throat made it past his lips.
Sitting back to inspect her work, she nodded to herself.
He finally opened his eyes and looked at her through his own glassy eyes. She seemed rather pleased with herself. He felt like hitting her. He tried to keep his face neutral. He did not want to piss her off again.
Climbing off of him, she went back to the bar and poured herself a scotch and downed it before pouring herself a second glass and nursed it.
He tried to wipe the sweat from his brow as he watched her drink a scotch. He frowned, her ulcer had been playing up only a few hours ago, and drinking would not be helping the situation at all. And he feared what she might be capable off if she got drunk.
Gulping down the last of her drink she poured another one and walked over to Jarod, sitting on the bed next to him.