Chapter Sixteen
“Aaron Patrick Bradford,” Abigail screeched once they made it to the hospital and she got her first look at him. “Scratch my ass.” Abigail stared in horror at the hole in his side that was dripping blood all over the hospital linoleum floors.
“Keep your voice down,” Aaron slurred. He was pale and starting to shake.
“This man needs a doctor,” she yelled at a nurse already running up to them. A small town like this probably wasn’t used to seeing a man bleeding out carrying a woman in a ripped dress. She helped the nurse get Aaron on a gurney and helped him out of his vest. “I thought these things were bulletproof,” Abigail complained.
“Not so much when the bullet is only centimeters from its target.” Aaron hissed as Abigail pulled up his shirt and revealed the hole a few
