SHOPPING

Once he left, I stumbled into the pack house.Anna pushed me down onto the couch. I held a large hand over my abdomen to hold the bleeding wound closed, my chest rising and falling quickly. As Anna scrambled through the house to find the medical supplies, I took a deep breath, bit my tongue, and slipped my fingers down into the gash. I felt around my insides to try to find the bullet, but it was lodged too deep.

When Anna came back over to me, she stared at me in horror. “What are you doing?!” she exclaimed, pushing my hands out of the way and using a utensil to slide into my wound. “You have to be careful! You can’t just poke around inside there.”

Within a few moments, Anna clamped down on the bullet with the utensil, winced, and slowly pulled the bullet out of me. She dropped it into a small dish, then cleaned the wound with some alcohol and some potion that we had bought from witches who lived down in Bloodmoon.

“What did they lace this bullet with?” Anna asked, picking the piece of