Alice was going to piss him off, and he was going to shoot her. Then Alice would shoot him, but he'd probably kill Alice too. It was all so pointless. Why couldn't anyone else see that? Why didn't Alice shoot him before he had a chance to do anything? Like, say, now? At the rate things were going, it would escalate and escalate, a few threats here, a threatening gesture there, then BANG!
She saw Raidon tense, and she knew that would be it. He was tired of talking when it was clear he wasn't going to get anything from Alice. She was going to die, and then Alice would die and then Raidon would die, all for a stupid fucking reason that wouldn't matter even if they didn't all die. God, she didn't want to die, especially not right in front of the woman who loved her. Was her mom watching at home, she wondered? Would she be staring at the tv in rapt attention while her daughter's head was blown off? Vic closed her eyes and waited. At least Alice was going with her. It was a selfish thought, but considering where she'd be in a few seconds, it probably wouldn't make a difference.
When Raidon pushed the gun against her head, her first thought was That wasn't so bad, followed pretty quickly by Is it supposed to be painless?. Only after Alice screamed her name did it occur to her that maybe, just maybe, the top half her head wasn't gone. She opened her eyes and was pleasantly surprised to see that she still had them securely in her head. Chances were that Raidon was going after Alice first and her celebration would be short-lived, but she was still alive. And then she was in Alices' arms.
Safety, however temporary it might be. Raidon was still going to kill them. At least Vic wouldn't die alone. She clung to Alice like a drowning person to a life preserver, burying her face in Alices' shoulder. Painful seconds ticked by as she felt Alice and Raidon struggle. The fact that they both were both alive after the first shot was good news. The boy started to scream and Vic felt a ray of hope break through the cloud that was almost certain death. After the second shot, Alice was probably just finishing him off.
Footsteps, then Alice was falling away. Hold on, that couldn't be right. But it was, and Alice had been shot. That in itself took a few second to sink in. Vic stared in horror and shock as Alice screamed and bled, unable to do anything else. "Oh, fuck." She whispered, kneeling down next to Alice. Her hands hovered over her girlfriend, trembling, paralyzed. She had to to help her, had to do something. But what? Medical intern or no, she didn't exactly see a lot of gunshot victims in St. Paul.
"Fuck fuck fuck, whatdoIdowhatdoIdo?!" The jacket, she had to remove the jacket. Then maybe the shirt. She couldn't see the injury otherwise. Forcing herself a degree of calm, she placed a hand on her Alices shoulder. "Easy, babe, just, uh, easy. I need you to roll over for me, okay?" Alice managed to comply, and Vic helped her over, giving Alice a minute to recover before making an attempt to remove her jacket. Which, as it happened, was a slow and painful process that came with much screaming and thrashing. Once that was done, Vic had a chance to look at the wound. If you looked around the blood, one might get a good idea of what had happened. Vic could see enough to know she had her work cut out for her.
"Okay, shit, I can do something. Just, just hold on, Alice." Vic scrambled to her feet and recovered her bag, quickly throwing everything in her way over her shoulder in a frantic rush until she finally struck pay-dirt. The first aid kit, the gift from God himself. She pulled it from the bag and hurried back over to Alice. First things first, but not necessarily in that order. She opened the kit and pulled out the trauma scissors. This part wasn't the worst part, but she was already trembling. Even as she worked to cut around the wound, she was running through what she had to do. Would she need gloves? Better safe then sorry, she guessed. There was certainly enough blood that she'd have to work around.
Okay, hard part. Gloves on, ready to go. Ready as she'd ever be, anyway. The bullet didn't go through, she didn't think, so she had to take care of that. Put pressure on the wound, stop the bleeding, remove the bullet. Right, easy. She removed the tweezers from the kit and realized that she was going to make things worse. "Alice, babe, this is going to hurt." Vic leaned over Alice, placing pressure on the area around the bullet hole. She forced her hand to stop trembling as the tweezer hovered over Alice's back. She was just going to make this worse, but the alternative was hoping that Alice got better on her own. Just be calm.
The tweezers inched forward before hesitating over the shot. Vic finally managed to drum up the nerve as she probed the injury for the bullet. Vic grimaced and squirmed, convinced that she was torturing Alice for nothing until she felt the tweezers touch something. Hoping and praying, Vic pulled out the tweezers and the bullet with them. She let out a sigh of relief as she set them both on the ground next to them. She quickly rummaged through the kit, removing a few butterfly strips, as well as a sterile gauze pad and some tape. She proceeded to gingerly close the injury with the butterfly strips before placing the sterile pad over them and taping the pad down. She leaned back to look over her work. She guessed that it looked okay. Aside from the blood. Geez, that was a lot of blood.
Vic pulled off the gloves as she leaned back over to the bag. Painkillers, painkillers...painkillers! Paracetamol, if it made a difference. Vic crawled back to Alice and held out the painkillers to Alice, who most certainly could use them. "Here, Alice. I can grab some water too, if you want."