“I’m not stupid, you know. There’s a lot buried under there.” She flicked Adeva’s nose. “And I’m older than you, so quit with the little sister bit, chiya. Ease up, I can hear your heart screaming in panic. You’re going to make this harder.” Gritting her teeth and trying not to gag too much, she poked at the wound. “Is the bullet still in there? Because if it is, I’m gonna need some help.”
She rolled her eye, ”Mentally I’m older ass,” She said shifting slightly to look at her ribs, ”This is why I normally do this by myself,” She muttered pouring the alcohol on her finger before jamming it in her ribs, biting her lip to keep back the scream. Finally hooking it with her nail she pulled it out and dropped it in the sink, ”Mother fucker.” She said as she started bleeding more.
Lighting a cigarette and putting it in her mouth she inhaled, ”Just stitch me up and we will talk.”
“I ought to just crack you over the head. Mentally older, my blue and purple ass. You go rummaging about in people’s emotions and see how old you get.” Summer muttered, shoving the gauze pad against the hole as fast as she could. “I had tweezers, you know,” she added, a little more loudly.
“Hold that.” turning back to the kit, she dug a little more, until she came up with the needle and sutures. “And be grateful I know how to sew.” Without waiting for any kind of response, she deepened the painblock and started pulling the skin back together.
She rolled her eyes as she exhaled the smoke, ”Ya make me want to punch you in the face, you don’t know what I have been through and yet you already act as though it was rougher for you. Don’t sit there and complain about going through people’s emotions, and I will tell you only once, stay out of mine or I will kill you.” She said, her face devoid of emotion.
“You’ll never know the difference, luv. Or maybe you’d prefer to be feeling this as I sew you up? We can sit here and compare the length of our pain all day, but unless you stop being cryptic and give me some truth, little sister, you’ll never know if physical or emotional pain hurts more.” Summer didn’t look up into the other girl’s face, watching her hands move across the bloody skin.