Xavier POV
I finally pulled the bullet out of my thigh, and I felt like the whole world was spinning. I slammed my hand against the wall, breathing heavily, trying to withstand the intense pain inside me.
"Xavier, are you alright?" Scarlett called from behind the door, but I ignored her. She should be resting, not looking for someone to help.
That bullet had stayed inside her arm for more than two hours, and worst of all, she hadn't received any proper medical care.
Pulling the bullet out was not enough. She would need some drugs and a proper X-ray scan to check for any complications.
I sat on the toilet seat, disinfected the injury, then wrapped a huge amount of bandage around it.
I couldn't stitch it because it was behind my thigh. It was a miracle I was even able to get the bullet out.
When I was done, I bandaged my injured hand, which had taken knives of different sizes.
Gosh, if I get my hands on Stiles again, I'm really going to make him pay.
