Zara’s POV
I kneel down beside him, tugging out supplies before ripping his shirt open and assessing the wound, blood is flowing from a bullet hole roughly an inch under his right shoulder.
‘It’s ok’ I mutter, tearing open a packet of gauze with my teeth and pressing it to the wound. ‘It’s through your shoulder, clean, we just need to stem the bleeding.’
The boy nods, fear in his eyes as he looks up at me while I work as quickly as I can. Once I’m sure he’s not going to bleed out, I sit up, looking at his pale face.
‘Stay here’ I tell him quietly, ‘I’m going to try and get your friends out.’
The boy nods slowly, his eyes never leaving me as I stand and back up to the door, turning to head back out into the hallway.
‘I didn’t want to do it’ he mutters suddenly, drawing my gaze back to
