“Three broken ribs, broken collarbone and three broken fingers.” I stick the waterproof gauze over the bullet wound. “Fractured orbital bone and broken pelvis, with a bleed on the brain. Not to mention all the scars where they cut me.” Clearing my throat, I refuse to look at him as I apply the final strip of gauze to his second bullet wound. “The doctor told me I was so messed up the only option was a full hysterectomy or death from infection.” I huff out a laugh. “They thought I was some fucked up crack
