What's your favorite color, punk? IX

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What's your favorite color, punk? IX

Warning: Gruesome

Florence's P.O.V.

I walk beside Fun Ghoul as he carries Jet Star. When we reach our pick up, he sets him down in the back, like Poison did for Kobra. He starts to tend to Jet Star, and I move towards Kobra Kid. I feel Poison's shaky breath on my neck as I unzip Kobra's jacket. On his chest were two wounds, one on his shoulder and one on his side, that pierced his shirt, drenching it in blood. I look at Party Poison. His face was even paler that it was, almost yellow. I reach into the first aid kit that I brought out, and pull out a pair of small scissors. I start to cut away at Kobra's shirt, peeling it off his sweaty chest, revealing a mess of blood on his chest. The radio news echoed in my head: Bad news--zones, tumble--Jet Star and the Kobra--clap--Exterminator--Costa Rica.....
I took out a bottle of antiseptic and poured some over his injuries. He winces subconsiously. I dabbed at the dried blood with a tissue, cleaning his wounds. I look over at Jet Star. Oliver, Nathan and Fun Ghoul were all gathered around his head. I hear quiet mutters. Between Nathan and Oliver's heads, I see Ghoul holding something with a pair of tweezers. An eye. Unlike Poison, I don't keep my sick in, I spew it out, next to the car. I feel Poison's stiff, trembling hand on my back.
I take out my own tweezers, and fish for a burnt bullet shell in Kobra's shoulder wound. I knew there wasn't one in his side, because, there was just a crater there; the bullet only pierced his side, leaving any vital organs untouched. I pull out a metal piece out of his shoulder, and deposit in on the ground, dropping it in my puke puddle. Lastly, I take a needle, and thread, and sew Kobra's skin back together; at his side and at his shoulder.
"That should do it," I say, my voice shaking.
"He'll live?" asks Poison.
"He should..."
"That's reassuring."
"I'm going to go check on Jet Star; to make sure the guys aren't killing him." As I turn my back on him, he says:
"Wait... What's your name?"
"Florence... Or, um, C- Cyan Blaze," I sputter, my voice cracking.
"Florence..." he says to himself. I walk towards the guys, and I feel his eyes on me.