"I think you're going to be alright, you just need some care that's all."
"Yeah think so," the girl said fighting to maintain her smile.
"Oh sure, a little stitch here and there and you're going to be just like new," a smiling Aurora said looking into the young woman's eyes. "We will get you help, trust me."
"Thanks, now go and get that son of a bitch for me."
"Oh I will, trust me on that," Aurora told her as she rose to her feet. "I will get that old fuck for you, don't worry."
"Here, take my gun, you may need it."
"No, I can't, you're going to need it."
"Aurora…. when the EMS guys come, I can't have a firearm on me. Here please take it, use it to blow Crows head off with it."
"Ok, I understand."
"Now go, call for help and get that mother fucker for me."
"Will do!" Aurora said taking the gun and slipping it into the back of her jeans and covering it over with the shirttail of her tank top.