Gina rushed over to the scene, firing her bullets to the sky. The shooter at the sound ran off to get his reinforcements. Whilst the captain quickly crouched down next to the old man and helped him into the car.
"Don't give up on me yet doc!" She begged, trying to drive away from the house. From her rear view mirror she noticed more guys with guns approaching who had heard her shoot.
"Fuck!" She yelled, shooting out her window, while driving, trying to avoid hitting anybody. Unfortunately, before she was able to escape, a bullet was fired at her wrist, and she lost grip of her palm.
Thankfully, she was able to speed past them and drive out of the area.
Of course, not without having her car riddled with bullets.
"Hold on, I'll get ya to a hospital soon." She said, stealing glances at the barely breathing old man, her heart laddened with worry.
Rowan.
