Shuffling quietly among the plethora of boxes at her feet, Juliette searched for anything she could use to assist him. Most of the boxes had been stuffed with old clothes and family heirlooms-but then came upon an old sewing kit and a set of old Vodka bottles from an apparent bender from a recent resident. With these items being used as her medical supplies, she then took her jacket from her arms to give herself optimal range of motion before gently bringing him to a flat position, aside from his head that rested on her jacket. Taking her hand behind his back, she felt for an exit wound, relieved that a wince left his throat as he had now fallen unconscious beneath her. A worried expression remained upon her face as she carried her fingers to the surface of his stomach. His perfect physiqu
