Golden Blood

Dwight, confused, wondered if the young woman was dead. ‘I thought abdominal gunshot wounds weren’t usually fatal…’ Jamison tightened his grip, yelling, ‘She’s not dead! But she’s not far from it! I can’t remove the bullet because she’ll bleed out! And there’s no blood in the bank for her!’ No blood for transfusion? ‘How could this be?’ Dwight asked. Jamison couldn’t control his emotions. ‘You did this to her!’ Carey, having failed to catch Scarecrow, rushed to the infirmary just in time to see a man about to attack the president. A powerful jab from him forced Jamison to release Dwight’s collar. Jamison staggered back, slumped against the wall. Blood trickled from his mouth. He paid it no attention, consumed by despair. Dwight blamed himself. Callie wasn’t obligated to save him, but she did. And now her blood was on his hands. Harriet arrived, seeing Dwight covered in blood but unharmed. She breathed out a huge sigh of relief. Then a thought hit her: if it was not Dwight’s blood on th