SHADOW

“Oh no!” I ran towards Zack as he lay down on the floor naked, whining in pain. He was shot. “You’re gonna be okay. I will take care of you.”

“I can’t heal properly with a bullet inside me.”

“I know.” I grabbed the shredded clothes on the floor, balled it, pressed it against the wound on his left thigh, and then tied it tightly.

“Fuck!” He winced in pain. “A warning next time?”

“No more next time. You will not be getting shot again.”

“Alessandro?” ...