"Just hand me the tweezers, then," he replied as he stood up and went over to the youth group's refrigerator. "I'll just need some vodka or something so this doesn't get infected."
"This is a church! There won't be any vodka here."
"Doesn't matter. Teens are still teens." After removing the false backing to the fridge he found exactly what he was looking for: a stash of alcohol, along with some other less than legal items. John grabbed a container of vodka, and then took a bottle of whipped cream and set them both on the table. There was also flat topped stove in the room, and he turned it up to full blast. Taking a kitchen knife, he gently set the flat of the blade on the stove top and let it heat up.
"Oh no, don't even think about it!" Sarah yelled, now realizing what John intended to do.
"I use to be in the Boy Scouts. I know what I'm doing." He sat down, and then took off his belt, folded it over once, and stuck it into his mouth as he took the tweezers to his bullet wound. He bit down and screamed into the leather as he poked around inside the wound. The pain was nearly unbearably as the tweezers clamped down and pulled out the crushed fragment of a bullet, but it faded quickly once it was out of his body. Next came the vodka, which he poured into the open wound. Although he didn't need the belt for this part, it still stung horribly as he cleaned out the wound.
Satisfied that any possible infection had been killed off, John went to check on the kitchen knife. The blade was now white hot.
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