Capítulo 312: About that, It's up to you.

I quickly disregarded all thoughts despite what I'm seeing since we really need to stop the bleeding in his leg. The kid named Michael who is in front us is still screaming in pain and Kaley and I were holding him in place. I'm on his right side where I could see the wound and he's lucky that it's a few centimeters to the right and only flesh was hit and no arteries were nicked. He would've bled out in seconds if that was the case. Despite that, the wound came at a downward angle and it seemed that he shot himself just from drawing the gun while his finger was on the trigger and it went straight for his leg. The woman which I assume is Irene was holding Michael's other leg in place while Arturo was rummaging through the packs we gave him.

"DO YOU HAVE A FUCKING TOURNIQUET IN THIS MOTHERFUC- oh, here it is. HOLD STILL YOU LITTLE FUCKER!!!" Arturo immediately placed it on the kid's leg to put some pressure.

"IT HURTS!!! IT FUCKING HURTS!!!" Michael shouted.