"No, shit."
Standing at the forest's entrance, Primo stared at thick smoke billowing into the sky, forming a cloud. Despite the distance, he felt the heat emanating from the helicopter crash. Uncertainty loomed over him. Was he supposed to feel relieved they survived? Or was this newfound knowledge of Heaven's prowess an added scare to his heart? Either way, Primo was out of danger… for now.
"Didn't you say you're injured?"
Snapping out of his trance, Primo heard Moose's voice from behind. He turned to see Moose removing his helmet as he idled on his motorcycle.
"You're not acting like one," Moose pointed out, gazing at the man from head to toe. "There's blood for sure, but are they even yours?"
"My adrenaline still hasn't worn off." Ignoring the sarcasm in Moose's tone, Primo checked his injuries. "I think I need to get to the emergency room."
"I can perform surgery if you want."
"Do you think I'm dumb?"
