"I can't just pull it out like that," Vica protested. Her loud objections echoed around the cave. "Are you crazy?"
"You have any other ideas? Or are you planning to dig around in there to make more room?" Constantine rolled his shoulder and braced himself. He was sitting shirtless on the cave floor with his knees bent and both feet flat on the ground. His arms rested squarely upon his kneecaps. "Hurry up."
"You're crazy," she repeated. She anxiously chewed on her bottom lip and gently probed around the arrow shaft. "Pulling it out will hurt you worse than when it went in."
"I don't see any other options, Vica. If you don't want to do it, I'll do it myself."
Vica clapped her hands over his upper arms when he made to move, steadying him before he could rise. "Wait! Wait, stop. I'll do it
