KIDS WITH GUNS | open, injured

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Johnny nodded, taking the lighter despite his fingers aching in protest. "[b]I," he winced in pain as she wiped at the wound, "I need pot." Even if it meant less pain he still didn't want to do anything of the sort. He knew that marijuana could do no harm to him, and that it was not addictive. It'd be fine. There wasn't even a reason to think about it really besides him being a hard ass.

"Put pressure on it," he pushed the words out between heavy breathing, "as much as possible." Gingerly he angled his torso back to make it easier for Sel though the liter stayed put. What else was there? There wasn't anywhere to cut off the bleeding, and they didn't have anything to close it up with. Until help arrived there wasn't much they could do. If his pants were dirty those would have to be ripped to make a space around the wound, but with the water he hoped it would help. "I was up there for hours," he mumbled, "I probably lost a lot of blood. Sel, I was up there for hours." His skin was hot to the touch, and his head was dizzy. Without the distraction of holding himself up he couldn't concentrate on anything.