"They wouldn’t have let me live anyway, so I might as well get rid of them first." Dustin seemed unbothered. Since they already had their eyes on him, he might as well make it worthwhile.

"But…" Natasha didn’t know what to say.

"Let’s forget about this. We should focus more on your injury. Let’s go and treat it." Dustin gathered her into his arms and walked outside. His needle might have stopped the bleeding, but medication was necessary to prevent her lacerations from scarring.