"Shit, your arm is bleeding."
Delano rushed to Kyla, pushed back her right sleeve, and inspected the wound.
"How bad is it?" Kyla asked. She tried to look but twisting to that angle had her wincing in pain. It was so funny that she hadn't felt any until Delano mentioned that she was bleeding.
"It's just a scratch. A bullet must have grazed your arm during the shoot-out."
"So it's not that serious then?"
"No, it isn't. Be careful of your head. Seems like you hit it during the ride," he said, suddenly frowning as he put his hand against the wound along her temple. She nodded and tried to push him away, but the movement caused a dizzy spell to hit her, and a second later her legs gave out. She found herself sitting hard on a very old couch, unsure of what had happened.
