He had been shot in the chest. The bullet wound was close to the heart. Really close. "What do we do?" Maria asked. "I… I don’t know," Daniel replied. "Do we cut it out?" I asked. "Yeah in the movies, they’re always cutting the bullet out," Jack said. "That seems to work pretty good, right?" Daniel shook his head. "If the bullet has clipped an artery or a major blood vessel he’s gonna bleed to death. Won’t matter if we get the bullet out or not." "We have to try," Kenji said. "We owe it to him." More banging. "Hello? Are you still there? Please help!" "Can you shut up for a second!?" Jack said. This was a nightmare scenario. None of us were doctors. And we couldn’t just rush him off to the nearest hospital. "We clean the wound, cut the bullet out," Kenji said. "And if we need to, we plug any arteries." Daniel shook his head again. "It’s a one in a million chance," he said as he started backing away. He didn’t want to do it. He knew it was hopeless. "Look at me," Kenji said.
