Chapter 44

It ended up being the first time I had noticed Sander’s condition and said, “Jesus, Sander, you’re bleeding.”

His entire left side was soaked in blood, and two gunshot wounds stared at me. Obviously, he had been shot twice in the stomach by Gino and was losing a lot of blood.

“We have to get you to a hospital, man. You’re losing too much blood.”

“I’m fine,” he said, total bullshit to me. I knew better, and Sander did, too.

I didn’t know the history behind the bunker, nor did I really care since Sander looked as if he were bleeding out. Instead, I grabbed a First Aid kit in a white plastic box, flipped it open, and removed a thick padded compress for Sander’s use, passing it to him.

Sander sat down in a black camping chair that wobbled under his weight. He pressed the compress to his bullet holes, shook his head a few times, and said, “Don’t worry about me. You have other shit to do right now.”