He patted the demon's body until he felt the wet blood against his fingertips and the position of the wound was clear. He breathed deeply through his nose before he tried to reach the bullet. One finger, two fingers pushing deep inside the body, trying to reach a small bullet.
A shaky breath escaped him when he felt the smooth surface covered in blood. Clenching his teeth, he pulled it out with the effort.
Trying to stop the bile that wanted to break out of his stomach, he stood up. His legs were weak, but he tried to stand up. The bullet itself wouldn't cause damage without the force to push it inside a body, but he had seen a wrench on top of one of the tables. Perhaps he could join both of them and make some kind of weapon.
