Chapter 4: Long Overdue : Part 3Mature

“So you mean we don’t have anything else to contend with on our way into Medina?”
“Well, not exactly.” She said. “There is still the fact of the people living within the city.”
“You mean the infected?”
“Yes, and I fear they will be difficult to negotiate with.”
“Well, we’ll see when we get there.”
Mathew sat up and slid the latex gloves off of his hands, turning them inside out as to avoid the blood that dripped from them. “Well, from what I can tell, none of the shrapnel hit anything particularly important. He should be fine, but I don’t have the tools necessary to be sure. Not to mention I’m not a doctor.”
“I was going to ask.” Said Cordelia, “How is it you know so much about these kinds of wounds?”
“Thanks mostly to these guys, and the internet, while it was still running.”
“Yeah.” Alain laughed, “We gave him the problems, the internet gave him the solutions.”
“Actually, I took out my first bullet in Sudbury, from a stranger that had stumbled into my apartment complex already bleeding. It didn’t take long for me to realize that this stuff wasn’t exactly as difficult as it seemed. Or maybe I just had a knack for it. I started doing more complex operations when we got our hands on some actual medical supplies at the hospital.”
“Well I’ve watched doctors and surgeons work, and I must say that you could have fooled me into thinking you had a Ph.D.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“I also heard you’re a pilot, a jack of all trades are we?” She said to Mathew.
“Some would call me that, I would say that I’m simply learning things by necessity. We needed to fly a plane, I happened to have a small bit of experience in doing so. As for the bullet, I had to do it to save the mans life and I figured that I couldn’t do too much more damage.”
“I didn’t complain when he took the shotgun pellets out of me.” Alain said, putting his foot back into his boot with care.
“Yeah, that was probably the most difficult one considering how deep some of them had gone, and how many times I had to make new incisions to get to them.”
“Well, I was too drunk to care. Mind you I’ve never thrown up so much in my life after that.” Alain remarked, looking up in nostalgia.
“I remember that.” Mackenzie said, we pumped you full of pain killers and Vodka, was a really dumb idea, but it seemed to have worked.”
“Painkillers and Vodka? Are you insane?” Cordelia said, “I can’t believe he didn’t have a heart attack.”

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