Willie brought the car to a stop. Exiting briefly, Forrest reentered through the back door, shutting it behind him as Willie drove on. He inspected the wound on Camila's shoulder.

A bullet had lodged itself deeply there. Blood still oozed from the entry point. Using his teeth, Forrest ripped open her clothing. He quickly tore a strip of fabric from her shirt. Lifting her arm, he wrapped the fabric through her armpit and around her shoulder, securing it near the wound. He ripped another strip and fastened it around her arm, aiming to staunch the bleeding.

Camila handed Forrest a scalpel, intended for self-defense.

Understanding her gesture, Forrest nonetheless declined. “The bullet may have struck a major artery. If we attempt extraction now, your bleeding could worsen. Without proper supplies, how would I manage the bleeding? You're bleeding less now. Try to hold on."

"Okay," Camila agreed, her lips a pale shade. She fought to keep her eyes open. But her eyelids kept drooping!

"Isaac," she whispered. “Hold me. I'm so cold."

Isaac hugged her tightly, her body was so soft. It felt like too much pressure might hurt her.

"Hold on," Forrest said.

However, Camilla did not respond. She lacked even the strength to speak, which worried Forrest.

About an hour later, Willie was driving down the road into another city, searching for a hospital.

"A pharmacy would also work!" Forrest exclaimed, confident he could remove the bullets himself if he just had some medicine. He held a scalpel ready.

"I see," responded Willie.

Forrest checked the map for a nearby pharmacy or hospital. The hospitals were Located downtown, none in the suburbs. There might be a small clinic around, but it wasn't marked on the map. He decided to search for a pharmacy instead.

Showing his phone to Willie, he pointed out, "There's a pharmacy here."

Willie took a look and nodded.

"Hold on, Mila. We'll find a pharmacy soon," Forrest reassured Camila in a low voice.

Camila blinked slightly. “Uh huh," she murmured in a very low voice.

The road was wide and, despite the traffic, it felt much safer.

After a while, the car pulled up at a pharmacy. Forrest stepped out to purchase the necessary medicine and then returned to attend to Camila.

"Don't start the car until we're finished," he instructed.