KIDS WITH GUNS | open, injured

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"[b]Help," he yelled as much as his body would let him, his voice weak, "Help!" Johnny began kicking out again out of panic. The rope whined more and more with each movement, but it was too stubborn to give out. Damnit, his fucking hip. His jaw clenched hard. That was so idiotic. No moving, no kicking, no nothing. Unless he wanted to fuck his leg up permanently. What if they didn't even have the knowledge to help him? Would he die from infection? No, it may have been a deep wound and infection was likely however fearing death wasn't going to solve anything. He wasn't going to die anyway, no way in hell. "I'm- fuck," he closed his eyes, trying to slow his breath.

The hip would, his most severe wound to his knowledge, had been deep. Whoever had stabbed him must have been pushed around because the blade had been moving inside him for a moment. Some more of he gang members had kicked him in the hip, which obviously didn't help things, and with his struggling it must have been worse. Copious amounts of blood were running down his thigh and staining his clothing, while he'd also bitten down on his cheek throughout the night. Adding the stress and muscle tension of holding himself up, well, he was pretty damned.