35 Nursing his wound

“Take the bullets out.” He said. Linda snapped her head back to Vladimir with an horrific expression. She was no doctor to remove bullets from his arm. Why didn’t he go to the hospital? His eyes was getting darker as she continued to look at them. She gulped softly and slowly sat down next to him. He handed the small scissors to her and she gripped it with fear. Linda hesitated for a moment, her hands shaking slightly as she examined the wound. The living room they were in was overwhelmed with silence which made her feel uneasy. All the workers in the Mansion was asleep and it was just the both of them left. Vladimir’s eyes bore into her brown doe eyes, assuring her that everything would be alright. She took a deep breath, summoning courage. She suddenly began cutting open the fabric on his shirt around, revealing the two embedded bullets. “This is my first time doing this and I don’t have experience. I am afraid that I might hurt you.” She said. Vladimir turned his head to her