Bruised by gunshot

I stood near the entry to the hallway, the partially open door giving me some privacy, even though the room I was in was so vast. My breastplate was off, my costume top pulled off. The cape who was looking after me didn't have any powers that helped, which… helped. I could endure that poking and prodding.

My recently flensed hand was bandaged, and my physical therapist was probably going to yell at me over the way I'd injured it, torn it open, patched it up, then torn it open again. I had bad bruising on my upper body from when I'd taken the bullet to the breastplate earlier, especially early in the sense that it had happened only midway between our entry and our fight here. I had barely registered it until I'd tried to sit down with the others and it hit me all at once.

*****

"Problem?" I asked.

"I don't like the swelling on your right side."

"It hurt more, I got to thinking why. I skimmed the ground while flying low. More of a right-side impact."

"Aggravated it."

"Probably," I said.

- Dying 15.6