He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 151

Nothing else needed to be said. Warren jumped into action, grabbing whatever he thought might help.

He came back quickly with a first-aid kit. It was stocked with just about everything, except the most important thing—anesthetic.

Warren grabbed a sharp knife and disinfected it as best he could, but when he got close to the wound, his hands started to shake. He just stood there, frozen, unable to start.

Theresia’s nerves snapped. “What are you waiting for?”

Warren clutched the knife, his voice barely steady. “I’ve patched Tim up before, but I’ve never pulled a bullet out of anyone. And this is Garry. It’s Garry.”

Garry was lying on the bed, his breathing getting weaker. He gave Warren a look that could kill. “Pathetic.”

Warren couldn’t argue. He was scared, and he knew it. The pressure was crushing, all because the man bleeding out in front of him was Garry.

Suddenly, Garry spoke up. “Theresia, you do it.”

Theresia whipped her head toward him, caught off guard. He looked completely serious. No hint of a joke.

“You’re out of your mind,” she said.

Garry just looked at her, calm and steady. “I trust you.”

Their eyes locked. Garry was all in. Theresia felt her heart pound, panic rising up.

It only lasted a moment. Without really thinking, Theresia snatched the knife from Warren and fixed her eyes on Garry. “Garry, if I—”

Theresia couldn’t believe how much pain he could take. He was almost scary.

Suddenly, her knife bumped against something hard. Relief hit her all at once. She grabbed the forceps, widened the wound, and pulled the bullet free.

Theresia almost collapsed, sinking into a nearby chair, gasping for air. She looked over at Garry. She managed a shaky smile. Garry smiled back.

Warren took over, patching Garry up. Theresia couldn’t even stand anymore. She ended up in the living room, hands still trembling.

It was past three in the morning. She was wrapped in a black trench coat Warren had handed her, saying it was new, never worn by Garry.

Maybe it was the cold in the room, or maybe it was just everything catching up to her. Theresia pulled the coat tighter and stared out the window at the night sky. Every so often, her eyes would wander to the bedroom door before she forced herself to look away.