His image swam in front of her. Pieces of metal imbedded in her flesh forever? Her stomach tried to heave. She took several deep gulps of breath, forced the queasiness down, and gave him an evil look. It would serve him right if she threw up all over him.
Julia grabbed his shirt, or tried to, but couldn't find purchase. "You've got to get it out of me."
He strapped her in with two silver belts that appeared silently out of the wall then took out a silver box-like thing from a hidden compartment above her. She moaned and shivered when he carefully placed a bandage-like silver strip over the wound.
"This will help with the pain. The doctor will take out the bullet when we reach our destination."
"Is he an alien, too?" She didn't really care, as long as he got the bullet out. When she didn't have lethal objects drifting around in her body, she would deal with the aliens.