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I dropped the pistol and it clanked off a few inches from my feet as I dropped to my knees.
My hand flew to my shoulder and it felt wet. Pulling back, it was covered in thick, rich blood. My blood. But who?
Blake scrambled away and sat back, almost in horror. The look on his face told me. Eyes wide and mouth gaping. He looked above us as the pain kicked in.
It was worse then anything I had felt before. Burning and numb, I could feel a throbbing in my right shoulder. And the blood flowed. Dripping on the ground in front of me, over my hand that was pressed against my shoulder. Down my clothing.
I caught my breath and swallowed hard. A sense of shock kicked in as I started to shake uncontrollably and I looked up to where Blake was looking.
John was holding a pistol�