The strange man

Erin held her heart in her hands as she watched the strange man work on Armando, after arriving at the cabin, which she didn't expect was a beautiful one. Despite it been at night, she saw the nice arrangement of the interior and of course a spare little bedroom, which was the one he had given Armando. Like some professional doctor, the man had a serious expression on his face as he cleaned the wound. Erin had felt like collapsing when she was volunteering to remove the bullet. Like the last time Armando was shot, Erin had felt like passing out which was just a minor injury, but this one was embedded in his flesh, his skin had gone pale and the way the man had removed the bullet so professionally had her thinking