❦ SESSIONS ❦ WITH ❦ GUNS❦

|Bloody mess|

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"Does anyone have water or alcohol?" I ask the three men in the car and all three of them deny that and I sigh. This is going to be a bit harder than I thought it was going to be. I had already asked Silas if he had a first aid kit and when he said he did not I told him that it was important to have one in every car. Adam has three in his car. Only in case that someone else needs it if there would be a accident and a lot of people were injured and they'd need medical attention.

"Does anyone have a knife, thread and a needle?" I ask but they shake their head but the man in the front passenger seat silently hands me a knife and I giggle as the driver does too and Silas picks up a knife from his pocked. "All right, this is going to be much harder than expected. Since I don't have anything, I'm not going to be able to sterilize anything or stitch the wound up when I've got the bullet. You're going to need to go to the hospital and soon" I tell Silas as I take his knife.

My fingers brush against his as I take the knife and my eyes instantly run over to his kohl black ones as I feel myself start to blush. I clear my throat. Silas doesn't say anything. "I'm going to need you to take off your t-shirt, it's in the way" I tell him quietly and a bit awkwardly. He nods his head and undresses himself out of the t-shirt that he was wearing and is soaked in blood on the sleeve. When he does this it doesn't seem like it hurts him at all.

He doesn't flinch nor look like he's in any sort of pain at all which does confuse me but I've other things to worry about than that. I gulp when I see his chest. His six-pack is so visible that it makes my heart almost melt. His abs are so big and he is muscular that I feel like I'm going to faint. Silas chuckles when he catches me looking and the blush that I already had on my face only deepens and I'm sure I look like a red tomato right about now.

I lightly shake my head and clear my throat. Since I don't have anything to wipe away the blood I try to work around it as I put the knife to the side as I touch the wound around the sides. Trying to pinpoint where the bullet is located because if I rip something that I should not have then it could become worse. "You're in luck. The bullet is not that deep but deep enough to sit stuck. I'm not sure if it nicked the bone or not but you're going to have to get that looked at" I tell him but I'm far too busy to look at him as I'm focused on the wound.

I may not have that much training in this field but I know that I can do this and I'm not afraid of a little blood and this is for the good since he could be seriously hurt or worse. I can't allow that to happen. Silas nor anyone say anything about it. I suppose they're given me the silence to work. I pick up the knife and take a deep breath as I dig the end of the blade slowly into the wound as I locate the bullet.

The metal of the knife comes in contact with the bullet and I slowly pick up the knife that the other guy gave me and put it on the other side of the bullet and slowly I start to remove the bullet. Perhaps this is not the best way of doing things but at least it is working as the bullet starts to move and then I take it out of the wound and drop it on the side as I put the knives that are now covered in blood as well as my hands and then I take his t-shirt.

"You're not going to wear this again" I tell him as I put the t-shirt around his arm and tie a knot to stop the blood that still continues to flow. "There, it's not much but with the limited things that I have, it's the best thing that I can do" I say as I finally look up at Silas. I can't be sure what his look says but I feel myself blush even deeper about it. For a moment all three of them stare at me and I feel nervous under their glance as no one has said a word.

"We should go to the hospital to get someone to look at that" I say to him but he shakes his head. "To the airport!" Silas speaks to the driver and I frown as he gives me a look that tells me not to argue with him and that he would win it no matter what, and I know it too that he would win whatever argument we would have but then again I don't really like arguing with anyone so I just allow them to win so we don't argue.

"Is there a doctor at the airport that you know that can check on it?" I ask him but he sharply shakes his head at my questions and I look down. My hands as well as the two knives beside me a the bullet is covered in blood. I look away from my hands and all the blood to the world outside. The car isn't going as fast as it was before but it is still going rather fast. I feel a bit nervous that I should push him into seeing someone as he does need someone to look at that wound as it is still open and I fear that it's going to get infected.

And once that happens, he's not going to be in such a good shape. He might not care much about me but I do care about him and his health, I want him to be all right. Silas doesn't know that I do care more about him than he knows, perhaps just a bit too much about him. My feelings for him are a bit strange and I may not understand them that much but I do know that they are there.

I don't know for how long we're in the car but by the time that we make it to the airport I start to panic. "Where are we going?" I ask Silas as the car parks in the parking lot. "We're at an airport, Leanna, connect the dots!" Silas harshly tells me and I look down and once again I'm met with my bloody hands. The blood has dried off now and it's sticky, almost as if glue is on my fingers but I know it's blood. It makes me feel horrible that I have blood on my hands.

And now my pants and shirt are covered with blood too like I was at a crime scene but then again the car is blood all over from him bleeding and from the small surgery that I preformed before. "I mean, I know we are going to a plane but where will the plane take us? I can't leave. This is my home and my life is here, I can't just leave" I tell him, wanting nothing more than to stay here. In truth I've never been anywhere and I've never gone into a plane before and I'm a bit frightened of them.

Being so high up in the air that you can't even see people, that is just too high for me but I'm not frightened of heights, no, I'm afraid of being in some machine that might fail at any given second. Silas glares down at me. "You're never going home" He tells me and then he walks out of the car, leaving me almost in tears. I open the door and get out of the car. As soon as I'm out people start to look at me and I feel like they're judging me and when I'm with Silas it's like they tell em to be a criminal.

To have people think that about me makes me feel horrible because I've never done anything wrong but I can't judge them, they don't know that I'm innocent in everything. I eye the gun that Silas has hidden (not well enough hidden since I can see it) and I'm wary about it as I'm not sure if he will take it and shoot someone, I could not allow that to happen. He, along with the other two men and I follow him and I stay behind him as much as I can.

Mainly to hide from the stares, though I can tell that they see me and they are looking at me as we enter the airport. There are so many people and all their eyes are on us. Some are running away while others are just watching and few are recording us which I don't like. We walk through the airport and when I go beside Silas, only to see that he's smirking as he looks around the people to see their fear. Fear of him and only him and perhaps me because I'm covered in blood. Perhaps someone thinks that I'm hurt but fears to ask.

Silas takes us to a gate and walks through it, it beeps but no one dares to stop him. The security guard calls the police, that I saw but Silas did too and he stops right in his tracks. Before anyone could ever do anything he takes out the gun from the holster with his injured hand without even flinching nor looking like even feels any sort of pain at all and he shoots the man. Screams break through and I realize that one of those screams were from me but are drowned by the others screams from people.

Panic breaks through the airport as he points the gun everywhere. Seeing that the two men have also pulled out their guns, I feel nervous and unsure of what is going to happen next. People are running around, children are crying and frightened and I feel for them. I feel for all of those people as I could only stare and watch. Something wet hits my chess and I realize that I'm crying, crying for the poor man that has now lost his life right in front of me. The first time I've seen a man die and it makes me feel horrible and I feel so sorry for him and his family and loved ones.

I also feel anger at Silas because he just killed that man for doing his job and he smirks about it and that makes me feel even worse about this whole thing. It is as if he enjoys killing people. I remember when he told me that he would murder people when he wanted in a session once and I'm starting to understand what he meant by that. Silas kills for fun, kills people in cold blood and he likes it.

He then turns around and goes back the way that he was going on the first time and we follow him. Though each time I blink I can see the dying man as he took his very last breath. I feel a lump in my throat as I continue to walk, suddenly feeling so weak that I don't want to walk anymore. My heart wants to follow Silas for some reason while my head screams at me to just run away. Get lost in the crowd and go back home to Adam and be in his arms once again.

All of this makes me sick to my stomach and I feel like I'm unable to get rid of this sick feeling but I'm not sure if I want to, this feeling keeps me in the reality of things. The warnings that everyone in the prison run up to me now, they had warned me about how he was the most dangerous criminal in the world and he is a killer and now I realize that everything that I was told. Perhaps I knew it already but I just chose to deny it because I wanted to believe in the best of him.

And I still do, I still want to believe that somewhere deep inside there is a good man and he is just waiting to go outside and explore the world. What kind of world that man will enter? That I can't be sure of but I'm willing to find out. So, I abandoned all of my thoughts of wanting to go away. Adam and his arms and my life will just have to wait because I need to help Silas. There is someone inside him that wants me to help him and I will.

Even when he does kill people in cold blood. I take a deep breath as I try to get these images that I've seen out of my head but it doesn't work and I realize that I'm not going to be able to forget this for a long time and it will cause horrible nightmares to me, that I can already feel. Silas leads us to an airplane and we enter I feel my heart speed up, unsure of if I will be able to do this. I've never been in a plane before and it makes me nervous and afraid of it.

I look at Silas to see that he wears the jacket to cover up his wound and perhaps his bare chest (which isn't working that great since I can still see his six-pack) but there is blood leaking down his hand and onto the floor and I would guess it has been doing that for a long time. He's still bleeding. "Silas, you need someone to look at your wound. You're going to pass out" I tell him but it doesn't look like he's listening to me as he sits down in one of the chair that is in the airplane.

Once he is facing me I see that he has grown a lot paler and he's weak, that I can see. He drops the gun to the floor and I rush over to his side. I feel his pulse and notice that it's weaker than it normally should be. He has lost so much blood and it's not healthy for him. I look around and I spot a blanket, because there is no one to check his wound I will just have to try to stop the bleeding. I walk over to the blanket but when I bring it back I notice that he has passed out unconscious.