you had dealt with many wounds in your lifetime — with that, came all sorts of dramatic. sean was the worst to date, but micah was beginning to catch up.

"god fuckin' damn it! go easy, would ya?"

micah hissed at you as you disinfected the bullet wound to his lower leg. it was practically a graze, but he was tossing and turning like a mad man.

"you sure you know what you're doin'?"

he snickered, almost as if he was trying to get a rise out of you.