Lea is injured

You shake your concern for Gwen out of your mind for a minute. The priority needs to be keeping Lea alive.

You shuffle her inside the garage, and set her down on one of the sleeping bags. You search for a minute before remembering where you saw her leave the medkit from last night. You return to the crying Lea, and gently lay her back on the sleeping bag. You take out two painkiller pills, and with the help of a half empty water bottle within arms reach, you get her to swallow them easy. The next step is going to be much harder.

"Lea, I am going to need to cut the rest of your shirt off to see what I am working with," She nods slowly, and you take one of the knives from her waist. The shirt is easy to cut, since it is already halfway ripped at the front. The wound on her stomach already seems to have stopped bleeding, and now appeared like a very shallow scratch. It was most likely going to sting a bit, but you doubted that it even needed a bandage. You notice Lea getting a little nervous as the blade you are holding approaches her neck, so you finish the cut as quickly as you can.

She slips her right arm out of the sleeve easily enough, but the blade in her chest causes her pain, and the other arm isn't going anywhere yet. Since the knife has clearly ruined her bra, you don't hesitate to cut it at the front and straps as well. She shakes the cloth off, revealing her right breast to you, and in any other circumstance you would be out of your mind horny, but right now you had a patient to attend to.

"Okay, I'm now going to remove the knife. This is going to hurt like a bitch, so I'm not going to judge if you scream, or pass out from the pain. It's been too soon for the **** to kick in, and I can't wait for that to happen. I also noticed that you were bleeding down there," You motion to her crotch, "so I'm going to double check that it's not serious. I don't intend on doing anything else while I'm down there. Anything I need to know if you pass out?" She shakes her head, tears still streaming down her face.

You observe the wound on her left breast before you start. With her laying down, the blade was parallel to the ground, jammed nearly all the way to the hilt from the outside. The blade appeared to be slightly serrated on the upper edge. that was very bad, because it was going to be doing just as much damage going out as it would going in. The good news was that he had clearly missed her heart. The bad news was that you honestly were at a loss as to what damage had been done. You move your left hand to press onto her soft breast, and your right onto the handle of the knife. Lea grabs your left hand with her right with a vice grip.

"Just fucking do it you asshole!" she hisses through gritted teeth. She then closes her eyes, leans her head way back, and groans in pain, when you start to tug. You keep your movement light, and slightly downward in nature. There is the possibility that you are widening her wound by cutting more this way, but you assume that a slightly larger, clean wound would be better than a messy, scratched wound the serrations would create. When you are halfway out, she screams, squeezes you hard with her right hand, and then ceases all movement. You can feel her heartbeat through your hand on her breast, so you know that she is still alive. The pain, or you hitting something you weren't supposed to, must have made her pass out. The hand on your left arm is easy to shake off now, and you continue your work.

The rest of the blade comes easy enough, and once it is completely free, you tug at the remains of her shirt. It comes off easy enough, but the bra cup seems to be glued to her with wet blood. Eventually you manage to remove it completely to reveal her other breast. Calling it a mess would have been a major understatement. Blood isn't gushing out anymore, but the wound still looked very serious. While you assumed the man had intended for a killing blow, he had missed everything vital. The blade had pierced right between her ribs and a majority of the breast tissue. If you could stop the bleeding that would solve most of the problem, but the wound was deep, and it was going to take time to heal. That same amount of time you were going to have to spend worrying constantly about infection.

As you were examining your **** patient you heard a metal sound above you, and several feet away. In the corner of the garage there appeared to be a roof access you hadn't noticed before, and Gwen is crawling down the ladder. When she turns, you see that she had headphones in. The reality of what Gwen has been up to combines with your fear for Lea's health. Your rage overcomes any sympathy you might have had for **** her last night. You ignore the shock, and fear on her face. You have bigger concerns.

"Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to get your ass over here?!"