I lost track of how long I was in that shower, but the water had started running cold by the time I calmed down enough to turn it off and get dried off.
Given the condition of my lingerie, I had to go commando, and the sweatpants and t-shirt were way too big, but between the drawstring on the pants and tying a knot in the t-shirt, I made them work.
By the time I exited the bathroom, the surgeon was talking with Vinny. When the doctor saw me approaching, he gave me a nod and walked off.
“What happened?” I quizzed Vinny.
“The doctor got the bullet out, and thankfully there wasn’t much internal damage. Come on. I’ll take you to him.” He offered.
He took me to the room next to their makeshift operating theatre, and if I didn’t know any better, I would have sworn that it was a standard ho
