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Colt
“You were very lucky, Mr. Haines.”
Lucky? The nurse and I had very different ideas about luck. I’d been shot, for f**k’s sake.
“Are you kidding me?”
The words came out as a croak, and the nurse held a cup of water with a straw bent so I could sip.
“The bullet missed your vital organs. An inch to the right and it would’ve nicked an artery, an inch to the left and it would’ve hit your lung. As it stands, the surgeon says that you should make a good recovery with rest and physio.”
Her words filtered into my brain. Artery… Lung… My head was still fuzzy from the anaesthetic. But when she put it like that… The bullet wound hadn’t felt so bad at first. Sure, it stung, but I’d been too concerned about the sniper on the hill opposite to focus on the damage. Plus there were the two co
