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"There's an exit wound. The bullet went through you."
“I’m having deja vu,” Eric grit his teeth as Aaron examined his side. An inch to the left and the damn thing would have missed him completely. Another couple of inches to the right, and he’d have been shot in the exact same place as before. Just his luck.
“At least this one doesn’t look as bad as before,” Aaron offered, putting pressure on the entry wound as Daryl ripped a large strip of fabric from the downed skin-wearer.
“Sure as hell feels about the same.” Eric leaned forward as Daryl looped the fabric around him, pulling it tight enough that it would help keep pressure on the wound long enough for them to make it back to Alexandria. “I’m starting to feel like swiss cheese...or target practice for everyone who hates us.”
“It’s your hair,” Aaron quipped with a teasing smirk as he and Daryl both helped Eric to his feet. “It’s like a beacon or a bullseye or something.”
Eric gave an incredulous look. “If that’s the case, shouldn’t they just be aiming at my head?”
“Let’s just be glad they didn’t,” Aaron replied, helping Daryl get Eric back to the horses.