Ice Queen, Pt 8

Amal quickly slid over to Claire’s side, unclasped her armor with expert precision, and tossed it aside. Underneath, blood poured out of numerous bullet wounds across her body.

Claire herself was hyperventilating, even as her blood flowed away.

“Take it easy,” said Amal. “Breathe slowly. I’ve got you, don’t worry even for a second.”

She didn’t hesitate to inject Claire with a good dose of ultrafentanyl which numbed much of her pain.

Despite that, Claire could still easily feel the bullets inside her. Large, foreign chunks of metal that had ripped their way into her body - there was no way she wasn’t able to feel them. She felt them tear into her even further with each breath she made.

Her body filled her brain with signals, and flooded her pain receptors. Luckily, Amal’s medicine numbed her to most of it.

Still, Claire looked around while in a haze, and reached out for her beamlance.

“I gotta-” she slurred.

“You gotta lay there and shut up,” interrupted Amal.