Bleeding out

April strained to pop the snap on her holster. She was cursing herself for not putting one in each boot. She could barely reach with her left arm and the searing pain in her breast had her gripping her chest with the other hand. She could hear Caleb screaming beside her but she ignored him for now. Her training had taken over, and her mind was focused on detecting threats and neutralizing them.

Finally she got the unfamiliar holster open and the comforting weight of a pistol in her hand. Spinning towards the direction of the shot she found a group of women alongside Ramona securing an old lady. One of them had her foot on what looked to be a small caliber pistol. An assassin’s weapon, easily concealed due to its small size.

“MEDIC!”

April shifted her focus and her heart nearly stopped. The man she loved was cradling her queen’s head in his lap, crying his eyes out. Another woman held her hands over a growing red stain on Kathy’s breast. It was that woman calling for a medic.

April realized with a start that she had seen many of these women at various times during their date. The woman with Kathy had been at the bar when they had dinner, and two of the women helping Ramona had been in the parking lot of restaurant when they came out.

Movement in the corner of her vision drew April's attention around on another woman carrying a huge purse. She lifted her gun at the same time the woman shouted, “Boobies make me smile!”

It was a stupid password, but it was Kathy’s choice. April lowered her weapon as the Lotus Sister slid to a stop and dropped to her knees beside Kathy. She ripped open her purse and began pulling out medical supplies.

“Lay her down flat!”

“Please Your Holiness, you have to let her go.”

“We could use a hand over here!”

Caleb was struggling to keep Kathy in his arms, refusing to let go of her.

April scanned around them, still looking for threats, when Melissa moved beside Caleb and said, “Please Master. Let them help Kathy. Let her go.”

Melissa gently pulled Caleb away as the two women cut Kathy’s blouse down the middle. Next went her bra, exposing the wound.

“What are you doing? Stop that!” Caleb screamed as the medic used a scalpel to widen the bullet hole.

Without even looking up she said, “We have to get the bullet out before the wound closes. I’m sorry Your Holiness, but please, let me do my job.”

April and Melissa both hissed in pain as the medic dug a probe into Kathy’s breast. Another woman stopped by Kathy and began getting out an IV and tubing from the oversized purse. She ran a length of rubber around her arm and stuck the IV needle in. She taped it off and ran the other end of the IV into Kathy’s arm right as her own blood reached the tip.

Ramona knelt beside Caleb with another woman he didn’t know. “Caleb, this is Angela Keeting. She’s the Lotus Sister in charge of this team.”

A teary eyed Caleb begged, “What are they doing to her?”

Angela responded, “Field surgery. If they don’t get the bullet out before the wound closes, her body will start attacking itself to get rid of it. When was the last time she drank your cum?”

“Why does that fucking matter now? She was shot damn it,” he yelled.

Melissa spoke through gritted teeth, “I gave her a cum kiss a couple hours ago. Master… Caleb… You are not helping.”

Angela put her hand on Caleb’s shoulder and said, “Her body is saturated with your cum. A Stretcher King's cum. Her body will try to heal itself with the speed of your miracles. But just like she can never have a disease, normal medicine will not work on her. That includes things like anesthesia. If we don’t get the bullet out now, while she is ****, we might never get it out. And her own body could kill her if we don’t.”

“We interrupt this broadcast to bring you a special news report.”

June listen to the television with half an ear as she spoke with Ramona on her cellphone. The entire household had moved into the entertainment room when Ramona told them Melissa was on the phone with the news studio she worked for. The house was locked down with half a dozen heavily armed Lotus Sisters guarding it inside and out, and more were arriving.

The pain in their breasts had stopped almost as quickly as it started. Unfortunately, the only good news that Ramona could give them was that Caleb was not hurt and the gunwoman was in custody. The Sisterhood medic was still trying to remove the bullet. The fact that they could no longer feel Kathy’s pain was not a good sign. She was growing weaker with each passing second.

“This is Joan Roberts and I’m here with a special news report. A few minutes ago there appears to have been an **** attempt on the newest Stretcher King, Caleb Anders. Quick response from his security detail allowed them to apprehend the attacker with the help of a few shoppers. We are being told that the Harem Queen, Kathy Daniels, stepped... stepped in front of the Stretcher King… just as the gunwoman fired. The Harem Queen… Ehem… Excuse me. I just can’t believe this. The Harem Queen was shot in the chest... and is currently fighting for her life.”

It was clear that she was reading from a teleprompter. Her sudden anguish made it clear they had thrown her in front of the camera before telling her what she would be reporting. She paused a second to clear her throat and continued, "On the phone with us is our own Melissa Franklin, who was out on a double date with the Stretcher King and Harem Queen at the time of the shooting. Melissa, can you hear me?"

"Yes, I can hear you, Joan." Melissa's voice came through clearly, with a lot of background noise close by.

"Can you tell us what is happening right now? Is the Harem Queen going to be alright? And how is the Stretcher King?"

"Joan, it's a mess here right now. Master... I mean... Caleb is fine. The gunwoman missed him, but hit Kathy instead. Right now, a paramedic from the sisterhood is trying to get the bullet out of Kathy's chest. I overheard someone mention having to do field surgery, and that she might not survive long enough for a ride to the hospital if the bullet isn't taken out right now."

Mary and Cora were holding each other and every member of the family and household staff was silent. Many had tears running down their cheeks.

"I'm sorry Melisa. Did you say sisterhood? As in, the Sisterhood of the Heavenly Cock?"

"Yes, Joan, that's right. As you know, the sisterhood has established a presence in the city since Caleb became one of the newest Stretcher Kings. Luckily, this woman had her medical bag with her when the shooting occurred."

They could hear shouting in the background and then April's voice clearly yelled, "Melissa, what blood type are you?"

"I'm B positive."

"Good, get your butt over here. Kathy needs more blood."

Joan's face fell and she asked, "Melissa, what's happening? It sounded like they needed blood for Kathy."

"One second Joan. Okay, where do you want me?"

A harsh feminine voice barked, "Sit right there, and hold out your arm."

"Okay Joan, I'm back. They have an IV line running from me to Kathy. Excuse me, what's this procedure called?"

That same voice said, "Fucking reporters. Francine! Deal with her. I'm a little fucking busy."

A different voice said, "Okay, now pull her skin back a little more and don't let it slip this time. These forceps are barely long enough to reach the bullet."

The first voice said, "BP is creeping back up, but pulse is still down. Hurry the fuck up or we'll lose her."

A third voice spoke, "It's called direct donor-to-patient transfusion. Your blood is going through this tube directly into the Harem Queen."

Melissa said, "Thank you. Joan, Kathy looks very pale right now. Her skin is almost grey. Excuse me again, Francine. The harem and Kathy's mom and one of her sisters are listening in from home. Can you tell us what's going on?"

Francine blurted, "Are you for fucking real? Sorry. Sorry. Ok. She got hit in the left breast and the bullet went in really deep. The breasts are mostly made of fat, and that doesn't do much to slow a bullet down. Thankfully, the Harem Queen has a lot of boob to go through. The problem they are having is that, well, she's a harem queen. Because of that, she heals at the same rate as a woman that just received a dose of Stretcher King cum. But that creates a problem because her body is trying to heal around the bullet at the same time they are trying to get it out. Her body is attacking the bullet, and the medical tools they are using to get it out with. If they leave the bullet in, she'll quickly develop a fever, and her own body will eventually kill her while trying to destroy the bullet. Any chest wound is bad enough, but the bullet tumbled when it grazed her ribcage, and is now right between a lung and her heart. That makes getting it out a job that a fully equipped operating room would consider delicate. We are on the floor of a mall walkway with only the medical supplies of a glorified first aid kit. They have to get the forceps in between her ribs, following the same path the bullet made, while trying not to do any extra damage. And to make matters worse, they have to keep cutting the wound open to prevent it from closing, hence why you're acting like a vampire's last meal."

Joan kept silent, listening to the sisterhood paramedics work while Melissa occasionally commented. Several tense minutes later one of the Lotus Sisters cursed.

"Fucking slipped again! Damn it! These fucking forceps are just not long enough. Cut her tit open wider. I need to get my damn hand in there."

"Here. Pack this around the wound. We have to control her bleeding. We can't keep siphoning the weather girl."

"Does anyone else have type B or type O blood?!"

"I got it! I got it! Shit. The wound is closing over my hand. Cut it open a bit so I can get my hand out. Pull the skin back a little more. Okay, that's good. Aaaand, it's out! Put pressure over the wound till it closes."

"BP is 70 over 40. Pulse is thready at around 50. We ain't out of the woods yet people."

Shouting could be heard over Melissa's phone call and Joan asked, "Melissa, what's going on now?"

You could hear the joy in her voice when she said, "The Sisterhood paramedics have the bullet out, and the ambulance just arrived!"

June thought her ears drums were going to burst from the cries of joy echoing through the room.

Over the din one of the Lotus sisters could be heard to say, "Bout fucking time you guys got here. Nothing left for you to do but put a couple pints in her and send her home."

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