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Z nodded, getting out of the car. She coughed a couple time, covering her mouth with her hand. When she looked at her hand, it had a bit of blood on it. She quickly hid her hand, so that Jacob wouldn't see. "I will be fine, Jacob. You need a medic more than I do." She said, her breathing come better.

"Z, while that may be true, I can take more care of myself. I've been through worse," Jacob now was extremely worried. He had seen her move her hand away, and he knew that she was bleeding. That wasn't good for him. He shouted again for a medic, and looked at her. He hurt all over, and even worse. The bleeding was slowing, but his white shirt was now red, and he was dripping blood all over the place. He tried to hide it, but it wasn't working.

Jacob grabbed Cassie out of the car, and set her on her feet, brushing the dirt and whatnot off of her. "Hey, how are you doing?"

Cassie flinched a bit when Jacob took her out of the car and set her on solid ground. "A l-little sh-shaken." She replied, trying to figure out where they were. She hated the way she lost track of her location in a car. "A-are you g-guys going to b-be a-alright?" She stuttered nervously, looking over at Z then back to Jacob.

Z rolled her eyes at Jacob then looked over at Cassie as he pulled her out. "We will be fine, I just need to make sure my inhaler in nearby, since half of the bullet is in my chest and my lungs are very weak so most likely that last attack won't be the only one if we don't get the bullet out of me." She said with a sigh, slowing her breathing too keep her lungs steady and calm.

Jacob's medical experiences kicked in, and he had some idea of what to do. None of it would be pretty, though. First, he took her shirt, and rolled it up just below her breasts. He took off his jacket, put it in the car, and ripped off his shirt. He tore it into strips, tying it around her chest and abdomen, then pulling tight. That would slow the bleeding. Then he grabbed the bullet, with a piece of his shirt at the ready.

"Z, this is gonna hurt. I want you to apply pressure around the wound," Jacob said, and put his hands on her chest. It seemed awkward to do that, because her breasts were right in front of him, but he didn't even think about it. "When I pull, say Wishbone really loud. Cass, cover your ears. She might scream really loud. Ready? GO!"

And Jacob pulled. The bullet was torn out of the wound, opening up a place to bleed. He put the shirt on the wound, and pushed, tossing the bullet away. He hoped she didn't bleed to death.

Cassie sat against the tire, listening Jacob tend to Z. She happily obliged to covering her ears because she didn't want to hurt her ears anymore. Hands over her ears, she struggled to listen to Jacob taking the bullet out of Z and start applying pressure to the wound.

I forgot I have a first aid kit Cassie thought, taking her hands off her ears after the bullet was already out and reaching into her bag, blindly searching for her first aid kit. Literally. Her mother had packed her an emergency bag years ago, fearful of the day her daughter turned 12.

Finally finding it, she took it out and shoved it across the ground towards the sound of Z's struggled breathing and Jacobs worried breathing. "I t-think t-his w-will help." she stuttered leaning against the tire again.

"Thank you, Cass. I can use this. Z, this is gonna sting," Jacob said, and poured some rubbing alcohol on his pad, then rubbing it on her wound. He then applied pressure, and tried not to cry. She was bleeding everywhere, and it was ugly. "Z, stay in there. Don't go on me!"

Z sat back down on the passenger seat, and nodded. "Like I have anywhere else to go." Her voice was breathless as she began breathing through her mouth, the iron smell was too much for her to handle so she breathed through her mouth. She looked at Cassie and gently smiled. "Don't worry, I'll be fine." She said, holding her gut to add pressure to stop the bleeding.

"Yeah: Heaven, and it's the last place I want you to go," Jacob said, moving back. His hands were covered in blood from her, and his bare chest was stained with his own. He was loosing blood fast, but he didn't care, or notice. He had to get help for her first. "Z, Cass, I'm going to get help. I will be back. Don't die while I'm gone,"

And Jacob ran off to find the Leader, who was somewhere. He knocked on his cabin door, trying to get his attention. Apparently, no one had heard him shout. It was in the middle of the night, after all.