"Just fucking do it!" Jane said through gritted teeth, pulling on Jason's sleeve as she looked him in the eye. But her ragged breath told a different story, and the poor man attempting to extract the bullet from Jane's abdominal wound was unsure if she would last another minute before facing unconsciousness. His hand was shaking, and beads of sweat had formed around his face. Jason was a great fighter and an even better marksman, but his range of talents didn't extend much further beyond that. 

"I-I can't! Goddammit, this isn't easy!" 

Jane sighed, partly relieved but also angry at Jason's inability to take some initiative under pressure. Of course this wasn't easy, but nothing about their situation was easy, and he should damn well have realized that by now. "Fine, just go find Elaine, see if she's made some progress finding a medic or maybe a doctor."

With a straight face, Jason tossed aside the medical tweezers, and Jane watched as it bounced off the side table and onto the floor. She knew he was extremely frustrated, and in hindsight, maybe she shouldn't have been so hard on him. "It's okay, you know. I can handle the pain for now and the bullet already did its damage; it's only a matter of getting it out and stiching me up."

"No need to sugarcoat it, Jane," he replied, taking off the gloves as he turned to face her once more, "I'll go out there and get you some help. It's the least I can do after screwing up."

"No, you didn't--"

"I never took you for a liar, so don't start now," Jason interrupted her with a slight smile. He fetched for a bottle of water to leave by her side. "I'll be back as quick as I can, hopefully with good news. You get your rest and take it easy, we can't have that bullet moving around in there." 
 
"Thank you."

Jane watched as Jason gathered his bag and left the room, leaving her in complete silence. It was only a matter of time before she fell asleep, the pain eventually replaced by a string of dreams.