Scarlet limped towards the house. Every step she took brought on a new level of pain. She knew she shouldn’t have provoked the man, who she knew readily had a gun, but her arrogance had gotten the best of her. Of course, taking two bullets to the abdomen wasn’t new to her, but last time this had happened she had the advantage of being in a familiar place with one of her brothers. This wasn’t the case this time around. She was unfamiliar with her surroundings, and she didn’t know a soul in the town she was currently in. She was completely alone. Pain shot through the whole right side of her body, she tried to focus on her breathing.
In for three seconds, out for four; in for four seconds, out for five...
She continued this until she reached the door which was only about ten feet away now, but felt more like a mile. When she finally got there she knocked urgently and loudly. It was four o’clock in the morning, she doubted the young women who lived here was still awake, but if she didn’t get her wounds stitched up soon she was going to bleed out. The door swung open and the young blonde who she was told lived here stood in the door way. Scarlet smirked and carefully lifted her blood soaked shirt, revealing her wounds,
“I was told you could help me with this sorta thing.”