Abraham

"Abraham!", with a big stain of blood all over my shirt I entered the quarter when Shabbir yelped, gaping at my wound. He rushed towards me along with Eisha and my left hand, Victor.

"How did this happen?", Shabbir cried out, examining my wound. "Where had been the whole night?"

"Bullet, fine now. It's not into my body", I groaned as the severe pain took over me. Though I didn't need assistance, they led me to the chair. 

"Victor, call Dr. Philp", Shabbir panicked.

"There's no need, Shabbir. I'm fine. I just need the dressing and you can do that", I shrugged, resting my head at the edge of...