Penny(me): Put her down on the table. Make sure she's lying flat.
Tara: I don't...o-okay.
P: Tara, I need you with me. This is important, all right? Don't flip the fuck out on me right now. I need does-things Tara, not pussies-out Tara.
T: Okay. Okay.
P: Swords, how does it feel?
Jeanette: grimacing I-it feels like I've been shot in the leg.
P: Good. Take off Jeanette's pants as best you can.
J: ...can't you do this without stripping me?
P: We either cut them off or take them off. It's not like the room's full of boys you ridiculous fucking prude.
T: Okay. deep breath Okay, what now?
P: Do you see an exit--
interruption. Alice/Chelsea enters the room.
A: I got it! Jesus, that's a lot of blood. Is she all..
P: Shh! Tara, do you see an exit wound?
T: I don't...yes. I think so, I mean.
P: Do you or don't you?
T: It's kind of ragged, I can't tell.
P: Whatever. We keep going under the assumption that the bullet's not in there.
T: But what...
P: People have gone their whole lives with things worse than bullets in them. If it's in there we can get rid of it when she has more blood, which she's losing the more I have to explain things to you idiots.
P: Page, do you have the suture?
A: What the fuck is a suture?
P: sigh Curved needle and thread.
A: Oh! Duh. Right here...is she going to be alright? Does she need my blood? I have a lot of blood.
P: She'll be fine if we can get her sewn up soon. Okay. Tara. I'm going to need you to do exactly what I tell you to do.
T: I'm not sure if I...
P: You've got the steadiest hands of all of us. You can do it and you need to do it now.
T: Okay. I can do this.
A: You better.
P: Shut the fuck up and let Tara work.
Long story short, we were led into a trap.
She's fine, by the way. More or less. One more addition to her scar collection.
Fuck these people. Whoever they are.
Hear that, Flaming Ass? Fuck. You.