Crossfire 7

I took a deep breath to steady myself, then stepped out of the bathtub to grab some bandages from the cabinet.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I saw that blood had soaked nearly the entire white shirt on my hands. Even a few drops on my face were visible.

I looked like Dexter, freshly mutilated a victim.

I grabbed two boxes of bandages and adhesive tape, as well as a new pair of scissors, and headed back to her. Alice still hadn't opened her eyes.

A sense of panic crept over me. Could she have bled to death?

Kneeling beside her, I opened the bandages. I took a towel that was slightly stained with blood from her shoulder and was shocked when I looked at it. The wound on her shoulder was already closed.

I blinked a few times, but I couldn't see the wound gaping anymore. There was only a slight wound that didn't look like a gunshot wound at all. I stared at it for a minute, hoping it would suddenly open again.

Did Humbert hit me in the head earlier?

Why was I only focused on gett