With trembling hands, Mia carefully laid out all the makeshift tools she'd sterilized on the small table near his leg. The room felt tense as she dreaded removing a bullet from someone's flesh. Her major in school wasn't medicine but journalism that had nothing to do with removing bullets and sewing wounds. However, with the mix of urgency and the desperation the man before her was using to instruct her, she knew she must not let herself panic and end up killing him by doing it wrong. Why did he even come to her to begin with when he could just go straight to a hospital? Was he trying to hide from the authorities after committing a crime? Was he a criminal?
Despite all the thoughts that ran through Mia's head, she still didn't back out from helping him. He had come to her rescue a few times, it was only natural that she repayed him by doing this.
