Bleeding Through My Shirt || January 17th
She laid on her back, her eyes were staring at the ceiling of whatever room she was in. She was fine, she thought, until she went to sit upright. That’s when the pain started.
Harley wasn’t that kind of doctor, she couldn’t fix this. She whimpered as she stared down at the blood seeping through her shirt. She lifted the fabric to see the bullet wound that displayed itself there. She could feel that there was no blood on the back side of her shirt therefore bullet lodged. “Fuck…”
She decided that she’d either have to dig it out herself or get someone else to do it… But who? Ivy, maybe, but even that would be a stretch in walking. If only she could wrap it enough to stop the bleeding. She reached her arm over, ripping part of the lower portion of her shirt. A searing pain came as she rolled the fabric and pressed firmly on her new wound. Harley screamed out in pain, tears stinging in her blue eyes.
To her feet she drug herself while wincing and crying out. She’d bit down on her lower lip to halt the sounds of agony as she moved around in the room, looking for an exit.
