Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151221021707/@comment-5543592-20151223191921

The slug took the Boss straight in the chest, just above the solar plexus, and he stumbled backwards a step, grunting, but with not nearly enough force as the bullet should have inflicted.

"Fucking fuck..." He grunted, stumbling out the room, and pulling open the front of his shirt.

In the hallway, he pulled something out of a back pocket- a pair of tweezers, and removed the small round quickly, with precise, practiced hands. Conscious of the amount of blood flowing from his chest, he removed a second thing from his duster, from a secure pocket near his side. It was small IV bag and  he quickly stabbed the needle, through the fabric of his duster, into a vein in his left arm, at the crease of the elbow. That done, he let the IV bag empty into stream, and tucked it way, the tubing concealed by his duster jacket. He pulled his shirt back up, and let it staunch the already fading bloodflow.