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It was a sh in it forthe wound He flinches when I touch his leg

“Can you untie hi his answer before he even says it

“No” he replies sharply The ga me with crossed arms He’s scarier like this, he looks mean

“I’m sorry, Annie” my cousin sobs He had always been the most sensitive of the three of us He caot us into trouble and then he was the first to cry

I steal a quick glance at Johnny His lips are pressed tightly together He plays his part well, the one ent along with the bad idea and then acts as if he is above us, smarter than us

“It’s okay,” I give hi smile My part was the sweet sister/cousin oops in to save their asses and thenidiots

Everybody has a role to play

There is only one piece of glass in his leg, and luckily it isn’t too big I gently pull it fro a sauze

“It needs stitches” I turned to tell the tall, dark, and handsome man

“There are butterfly strips in there” He uses his Glock to gesture towards the first aid kit

“That’s not enough” I try again

He gives me a half lipped smirk “Well,” he draws out “It’s that or a bullet, so pick one”

“Butterfly strips it is” Anger flashes through my words Carefully I place the strips and then cover the whole thing with gauze and medical tape

“Done” I aze up to meet my captors

“Don’t talk to him, Annie” Johnny shouts from his place, bound next to us