'Trap nailed him in the leg-he's calling for help."
"Morons," she muttered in his ear as he sagged back against her. "Bozos." Clasping him in one arm, she placed her palm right over the puncture, pressing down with her other hand.
Direct pressure to stop the bleeding, Leif remembered fuzzily from Net Force Explorers first-aid demonstrations.
"Can't believe how stupid-how careless-" Megan continued to rail at him.
"Y'know," he managed. "If this were Latvinia, y'should be swooning over me."
Megan made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob. "Dream on, Anderson."
Slumped in the circle of Megan's arms, Leif let his head fall back against her shoulder, awaiting the arrival of the cops, Net Force, and soon, he hoped, an ambulance. He could already hear sirens.
Yeah, he thought, trying to keep a smile off his lips. A guy can dream, can't he?
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