It takes two hours to get back to our quarters and I'm exhausted by the time we arrive. Axel is waiting out front when we pull up. Two of the men grab King when he lifts his leg over the bike and stumbles. They half drag him past Axel, who takes a long look at me before following the men. I hope his regard had to do with seeing if I had injuries, because he doesn't say anything and he doesn't look happy.
I follow the men and they fortunately don't stop me from entering the medical room. King is moved to a bed and Axel quickly unwraps my makeshift bandage. "I'm administering a shot to relax you so I can help the bullet out the rest of the way," he tells King.
"No." King lifts his hand and grabs the doctor stopping him from injecting the needle. King glances around the room until his eyes
