“Breath, breath breath breath.” Evan whispered, squeezing your hand while he dug the bullet out of your thigh.

You bit down on the handkerchief he gave you so you and him wouldn’t draw any attention to yourself’s in the middle of the woods. Tears pricked your eyes but you forced them back.

“Almost.” He whispered, squeezing your hand again in small reassurance that you were doing great.

An abandoned truck in the middle of nowhere, Evan had put you in the passenger side door to deal with the blood and bullet you took when you were crossing the highway. He’d already shot the other Silencer on the bridge so you two just had to lay low for a while.