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Chapter Forty-One – Elliot I am sitting here watching my brother as he is passed out in shock. His legs are elevated and his arm bandaged and, in a sling, laid next to the girl who is equally important to us, who is literally fighting for her life. I feel like my world is crashing around my feet. Fear is starting to take hold, but I cannot afford to crumble. I need to be on top of my game, as I watch the bandage around Sarah-Sofia’s middle become redder with every passing minute, as blood oozes out of her wound. Even though I have a full suture kit at my side, it is just too damned dangerous to attempt to pull the bullet. It is embedded, deep in her right-hand side, and I have zero clue about the internal damage it has caused. If I pull it out, the chance if it causing her to bleed out