You’re sitting on your enemy of 7 year’s lap. You’ve recently been in a code black lock down as you’ve gotten shot in the stomach. Zack was taking out the bullet as you move around on his lap a bit. It hurt like hell. You muffle your screams in his neck as he slowly takes it out painfully.

Zack: “Y/n..” -he groans a bit-

(if ykyk)