Chapter 247

MARCO HELD IN THE groan of pain until Fiona was out of the bathroom. He covered his mouth with a hand and squeezed his eyes shut.

This wasn't going to be fun.

Until the hole healed up a bit he wasn't going to have the ease of movement he needed. Less mobility meant they would be sitting ducks for either of the corporate goon squads to swoop in and scoop them up.

He dug around in the first aid kit. It wasn't the best, but at least he had some over-the-counter painkillers and the essentials. He'd done more with less. A lot less.

First thing first, he washed his legs, careful to ensure the grit got out. The bleeding had stopped at least, which was something. And he didn't have to dig the bullet out. Also a bonus.