Doomsday Warrior 15 - American Ultimatum - Plot & Excerpts
They all could see that once they dragged themselves ashore on a sandy beach. His arm had been ripped open. The flesh was gashed right down the middle from his shoulder almost to the elbow, a good three-inch-deep cut like a butcher starting to make the incision for the flank meats. He was out cold—lucky for him. Chen took a vial from one of several packets attached to the belt around his waist and mixed it with sea water. Then he smeared the white paste all along the wound. It seemed to form almost a glue within a minute or two. Then he pushed the flesh together, and then wrapped cloth around it, tying it up the length of the arm. The wound seemed to cease bleeding so heavily. Sheransky was now conscious, but not too much, his head rolling back and forth as he moaned softly. “Easy, pal, you’re going to live. I promise you that,” Rock said, laying a hand on the blond Freefighter’s shoulder. Sheransky’s eyes seemed to clear as he focused on Rockson.
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