That’s when I notice the blood. A lot of it.
“What?” Arya leans over, grabbing my arm, trying to turn me towards her so she can see better. “What happened?”
I pull up my sleeve more. When I do, I can see a bullet graze. I don’t know how deep it is, but now that I’ve seen it, the pain sets in.
She gasps. “What do you mean?”
“What part of ‘I got shot’ is confusing?”
“Don’t roll your eyes at me! We haven’t been shot at in a few minutes, so excuse me for being confused.”
I poke at the hole and wince again. “I didn’t even feel it until now.”
“Adrenaline,” she says, turning on the roof light and grabbing my wrist. “Let me see.”
“I’m a doctor,” she says sternly. “I’ll decide that.”
When she looks up at me, there’s annoyance in her eyes, but something else, too. “According to you, there’s
