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And it did its job

Where the vest was there to protect him

He’d been shot one time by a 500 Smith & Wesson revolver

“I need some blood!” I heard a man yell

I felt dissociated from my body as I walked stiffly into the puddle of his blood and picked up all his stuff

His vest His prosthetics His shirt

Blood was dripping off of the myself into the corner of the room

“Got sinus rhythm,” I heard called

My eyes went to the man—finally—that had taken , and I saw that his eyes were open and searching

“Pace,” I whispered

There was no way in hell that he could’ve heard h the small area

But, miraculously, his eyes turned to me and they smiled

Even with blood everywhere all over hi I’d ever seen

But then his eyes widened, and I saw the alarh them

I was honestly scared to look over

I dropped down to s up to my chest

When I shiftedPace was nowme

And that action was exactly what saved my life

Gunshots filled the air

People went down

I felt sounpowder

My hand hurt

Why did my hand hurt?

And was it normal for it to be smoky?

I lifted the vest higher and ducked my head

Another explosion against my body

Trance

“This is utterly a goddamn joke,” I said as I looked around the ER

Today, when I’d gotten the call that hter’s house had been broken into and that someone had been shot where she’d once laid her head, I’d nearly lost it