"Steve". I called with tears in my eyes as I crawled to where he was sitting holding his wounded arm. I gasped slowly as I touched his face, slowly pulling his face to mine, pressing my lips to his face, kissing them to tell him how hurt I was. I didn't want any of these. Had it been I hadn't hung out with him, any of these wouldn't have happened.
"I'm sorry". My chest tightened at the sight of blood.
"It's just a graze... I'll be f-fine". He bit his lips trying to seem fine.
"Shhh" I shushed him with my finger as I tore through my shirt. And then wrapping the pieces around his arm to stop the bleeding.
My hand trembled as I wrapped the wound. Honestly, we were lucky the bullet didn't pierce through him, but it grazed past him, the grazing was much as you can tell from the blood that was coming out. I could feel the pains. I don't know what I would have done if the wound was deep.
