Bel: Surgery

"Take these pills; they'll alleviate the pain a bit." I say and I'm secretly happy that he hasn't noticed that he is missing a leg, but I'm dreading every millisecond till when he notices.

His eyes widen, I can practically see his pulse get as fast as when a bullet goes out of a barrel. There's no stopping now.

"Are you feeling any better?" I ask him, nonchalantly, putting away my things.

"You-" He's going to argue.

"-Had to amputate." I cut him off. "I'm sorry, but you said you trusted me and if I hadn't, you would be as good as dead." He finally takes the pain killers and I slide my backpack on.

"We need to go, we can't stay here. It's not safe." The shed I found him in isn't the safest place in the world. Not that anywhere else is better, but we can't stay here for the night.

The man nods. I grab his wrist and wrap his arm around my shoulders so I can steady him. I put his bags on my other shoulder, balancing out the heavy load. I try not to think of how vulnerable we are in the open, and leave.