I Don't Believe It
"Yeah," Mira said. "Thanks for shielding me with your body. How did he miss you that many times though?"
She tried to walk around me to look at me back, but I turned so she couldn't see the holes in the back of my clothes.
"What are you hiding? Are you hit, Dylan? We need to get you to a hospital!" Mira said.
I gave up. There was no way for me to hide that I was shot and didn't get hurt. If I went to the hospital there would be even more questions waiting for me there.
"I'm fine," I said.
"Then let me see your back," Mira said through gritted teeth.
"I'm fine!" I said again.
"Let." She grabbed my balls. "Me." She squeezed them lightly. "See." She squeezed them harder. "Your." She squeezed them even harder. "Back." Surprised I hadn't gone down yet, she squeezed them with all the mechanical might her cybernetic hand could muster.