“Jesus,” I muttered, brushing my hood back and wiping some hair off my face.
Mace remained leaning over the front of the bike, his back was rising and falling slowly.
“Hey,” I leaned my head around to look at his face. He was grimacing. “What’s wrong?” I started to get off the bike and saw the blood all over his pants. “Shit, are youshot?” I got off and knelt down beside him. He sat back, his eyes screwed shut.
“It’s probably just a graze,” he said.
Not with all this blood. I pulled back his cut and my eyes widened. The whole left side of his body was covered in blood. There was a tear in his shirt. He winced as I carefully moved it aside. There was a bullet wound in his side and it was bleeding badly. I couldn’t believe he had ridden this long with a gunshot in his side.
“You need a hospital,” I shot up, frantically. “When the hell did you get shot?”
“No hospitals,” he shook his head, pulling his shirt back over. “And I think it might have been when he was firing his gun at us,” he added sarcastically.
“Mace, it looks really bad!”
“Hospitals mean cops,” he grunted. “I just need to put pressure on it.”
Against my better judgement I tore of my hoody then the t-shirt I was wearing, quickly pulling the hoody back on. Mace watched the whole thing without comment, even though he’d just seen me in my bra. He arched to the side, groaning in pain as I pressed my t-shirt to his side.
“Jesus Christ, Mace, you’re gonna bleed to death if we don’t get that seen to.”
“What part of no hospitals do you not understand?”
“You at least need medical attention.”
“You know any doctors who can keep their mouths shut.”
“Yes…I-”
“That aren’t Devil’s Chaos?” he cut me off.
My mouth snapped shut.
“I just need to get somewhere safe where I can see to this.”
I looked around the parking lot. The place wasn’t too busy but we were definitely going to get noticed if we hung around here. I didn’t know what to do, where to turn. My first instinct was to call Hudson or Warren but Mace was right, he was a member of the Kingsmen. I couldn’t guarantee they would give me time to explain he’d saved my life.
I noticed a CVS sign at the back of the row of shops and looked at him. He shook his head.
“Mace.”
“No,” he snapped.
“Stop being a dick, you need help, if we can’t get a doctor or a hospital, then I’m the best you got, but I need supplies. There is a pharmacy right there,” I pointed behind us. “I’m just going to get something to help you.”
“I don’t…” he panted a little. “I can’t trust you.”
“You just saved my life,” I pointed out.
“So? I’ve also had you locked in a room for three days. I’m coming with you,” he started to get off the bike.
“Mace you’re covered in blood, you can barely walk,” I groaned as I tried to take his weight. He straightened to his full height, wincing but pulled his cut over the wound. His shirt was dark, but the lights inside would be bright, and both of our hands were covered in blood.
He used my t-shirt to clean himself up then handed it to me. I wiped off as much blood as I could. That was my answer. He pushed the keys to his bike in his pocket, made sure his gun was covered then started walking. He looked terrible but I guess we could pass for normal people if we tried. I lifted his arm and ducked under it so we looked like a couple. He glanced down at me but didn’t say anything.
The CVS was small, but it wasn’t busy. I easily found the aisle we needed, grabbing everything I could. Mace was half leaning against me, and the shelf. His pallor was awful.
“You can’t come over there, they’ll see and they’ll call the cops. Just wait by the door.” He shook his head. “Mace, for fucks sake, just do it, we need to hurry. I swear, I am not going to say anything. I’d be deador worse right now if you hadn’t come in there and stopped them. Just let me… Shit, I don’t have any money.”
