Chapter 28 The Tension Of Christmas Eve

　　Caitlyn's POV

　　"You got shot?"

　　I was a little taken aback and looked at him with a mix of concern and sympathy.

　　"Well, it's nothing, just a couple of strays."

　　Talon winced and twisted his face to the side, inadvertently aggravating the wound, causing him to suck in a sharp breath.

　　"I need to remove the bullet, but we don't have any anesthesia at the moment, so this might sting a bit."

　　"Don’t worry, I can handle it."

　　Talon's face displayed a mixture of concern and determination, though I could sense his attempt to be brave.

　　I examined Talon's wounds somewhat helplessly since he had attempted some makeshift treatments before arriving.

　　To prevent further blood loss, he had opted to simply seal the wound.

　　Looking at Talon's mangled skin, it was hard to fathom the amount of pain he had just endured.

　　"What's wrong?"

　　Talon lowered his head to meet my gaze, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

　　"I'm going to deal with your wound."