"Yeah, I'm holding on." I bit down on my jaw, trying as hard as I could not to make a peep. Everything in me wanted to just scream out in pain. Just the slight pressure Joe was putting on my leg made me wince. I wanted to just pass out and wake up when it was all over. I'd never been shot before and this whole experience made me never want to get shot again. As soon as I felt the giant tweezers dig deeper into my thigh, I started to panic. My heart began racing and my leg began to twitch. I could feel the tweezers digging, trying to grasp the bullet, but the pain just got worse. It was excruciating. I tried to be still, but whatever Em had just done made me cry out in pain. "Stop, it hurts too much!" I shrieked. The process of removing the bullet was worse than actually getting shot.