Huck (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 1)

"We're going to need some tweezers and some alcohol," McCoy said. "Don't figure anyone knows how to sew, do they?" he asked, looking around. "Hospital means questions we don't want to deal with," he added as I came closer to get a better look.

"Think one of us needs to take some basic battlefield first aid," Remy decided. "I'm gonna get you a shot or two," he added to Seeley.

"I'm gonna go see what kind of supplies we have for something like this," I said, tucking my gun away.

"What are you going to tell Harmon?" McCoy asked, brow raised.

"Don't think anything but the truth will work. She's not stupid. That was an obvious drive-by," I said, shrugging, then heading upstairs.

Harmon was where I left her, eyes just as huge, hand clutched to her chest.

"It's alright," I told her. "They're gone."

"That was a drive-by," she said, sitting up, but not getting out of the tub.

"Yes."

"They shot at the house."

"That's usually what they do in a drive-by," I agreed, going into the drawers below the sink, looking for supplies, pulling out gauze and alcohol, but nothing that I could use to stitch Seeley up.

"Is someone hurt?" Harmon asked, climbing out of the tub, moving toward me.

"Yeah. Bullet in the shoulder. It's not bad. Just needs to come out."

"And you don't think that maybe a doctor should handle it?"

"Doctors mean questions and cops. You know how to sew?"

"What? Because I'm a girl?" she asked, rolling her eyes at me. "I mean as much as I would like to say I am just as clueless as you guys seem to be, yes, I can sew. I mean, I'm no expert, but I can sew. But you can't exactly use a needle and thread on a man's skin."

"Well, that's what we're working with," I told her, grabbing the supplies I'd gotten, and making my way through my room, down the hall, hearing Harmon following behind.

"What are you looking for?" Che asked as I rummaged through the kitchen drawers.

"Sewing kit. I know we have one somewhere. Gus had picked it up to help us sew patches on our cuts."

"Oh, that's... yeah... that's a bullet," Harmon said, making a chuckle move through me as I looked over to see her leaning over Seeley, taking a look at the wound. "Yeah, um, I'm not sure I am the girl for this job," she added. "You don't even have any anesthesia or something to numb him."

"Alcohol does wonders," Seeley declared, tipping back a bottle of vodka.

"One of us will pull the bullet out," McCoy offered. "Then you can do the stitching."

"That's not exactly comforting," Harmon said, chewing her lower lip.

"You'll do fine," I assured her, finding the little plastic kit, moving toward her, pulling out the needle.

"Oh, my God. Are you barbarians?" Harmon asked when I started to thread the needle. "You can't just take it out of the kit and stick it in his skin. It needs to get sterilized. Here," she said, holding out her hand. "I mean, you'd think if you were planning to become an outlaw biker, you'd brush up on basic first aid," she grumbled, putting a bowl of water in the microwave as she filled another with the alcohol I'd snagged from upstairs.

"Did you find any tweezers?" I asked, looking around.

"Yeah, I have them for the dogs," Remy supplied, producing a set. "You know, for ticks. Before I found out the Tick Key existed."

"Here," Harmon said, producing the steaming bowl of water. "Drop them in here," she instructed, putting the needle and thread in as well.

"You're pretty calm," I declared as she dipped her hands in the alcohol, then switched the items from the water and into the alcohol as well.

"It's pure adrenaline. It will all sink in later, I'm sure," she told me. "You have to promise me to take him to the doctor if it gets infected," she said, lowering her voice so Seeley couldn't hear. "I can't have it on my conscience that he died because of me. I mean, you owe me that," she added, giving me a snarky smile. "Since you got me involved in a drive-by and everything."

"Well, I guess I can give you that," I agreed, dipping my fingers into the alcohol, grabbing the tweezers, then making my way over toward Seeley.

"Take a breath," I told him, nodding toward McCoy who grabbed him from behind, steadying him a second before I dug my tweezers into Seeley's shoulder, wincing a bit at the howl he let out, leaving him gritting his teeth, gasping for breath as I dug around for a second before grabbing the bullet, yanking it free.

"Okay. That's done," I said, reaching for the bottle of vodka again., not giving him a second to realize I wasn't giving him a drink, and pouring it into the wound. "Don't black out on me," I demanded, grabbing his chin, leaving blood there as I watched as his eyes rolled before focusing again.