She couldn’t control the snarl that passed from her lips, ”As you can see I wear revealing clothing, a majority of my targets are men, and I use that to my advantage,” She replied drinking some more, looking up at the ceiling, sadness taking over her.
“Hey, don’t snarl at me.” Summer hugged Deva. “I might be able to help more if you could tell me from the beginning what’s going on. You ought to have at least one person you can trust.”
She put her hand on top of Summer’s head, ”Let’s leave if for a time where I am not bleeding on the counter, sweet face.”
Summer pulled away and rummaged through the first aid kit. “No, I want you talking while I do this, so I can tell if you’re sliding away from me or not. I’m not exactly trained in this, you know. Show me, and start telling.” Alcohol wipe, gauze pad, ace bandage …
Her eye twitched slightly, ”I don’t know I should be worried about a bullet wound or your nursing skills,” She muttered taking a drink and shaking slightly, ”What is there really to tell, I was an orphan who became a stripper, who became a mercenary who now has a little sister who is terrifying her because she is gonna stitch me up,” She said giving Summer a bored expression.
“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.”