Winter POV
I've never felt such pain as when the bullet pierced my skin. I heard a clang and knew it had gone all the way through, but my god, the blood, my stomach churning, my screams all pierced the room and I saw Thomas's face change. Why was he looking so f*****g pale when the bastard had just shot me?
"Shhh Winter" he soothes, racing off and fetching a towel while I continue to shriek at the top of my lungs. When he came back, he wrapped it and looked at me, contrite. "I wanted to make sure you couldn't run off", he whispered, and I glared at him.
"Well you succeeded" I screamed, my voice hoarse "it hurts", I sobbed. Yes, I know I sounded like a coward, but you try getting shot and see how pleasant it feels. I get some satisfaction that there are blood droplets on the damn baby
