[ WP ] You shoot three bullets into your best friend 's torso . You 're saving his life .

I watched as the slow drifting tumbleweed pass on by the barren roads. I checked my watch, it's been six hours since we've been stranded here, Jim and I. 
 
'When did you say the tow-truck would be coming?' I watched the tumble weed flutter up from a small whirlwind. 
 
 Jim looked at his sunken tires,'never, I guess.' 
 
 I let out an exasperated sigh. Two single men, whose only friends were each other, nobody would come and save them at that hour. 
 
'The sun is starting to set,' Jim said, sitting in the open top cadillac. He took out a cig and took a puff before offernig it,'You want?' 
 
 I shook my head,'I want food, and water, and a new pair of clothes.' My body felt disgusting. The fibers stuck to every inch of my skin, and I smelt of the dead. 
 
 I joined him in the car. I checked my watch again, 8:30, the only source of light was fading. 
 
'Got anyone else, you can call?' I looked over to him, taking another puff. 
 
 Jim had given up on the day, not even responding to my calls. I checked his car for something, anything. There was no food, no water, it was suppose to be a short drive. But, lo and behold, in his glove compartment, an automatic pistol. 
 
'Jim... we're getting outta here. We'll get food and water and a fresh pair of clothes.' 
 
 His grim face stared at me,'and how do we do that?' 
 
 I took out my phone and dialed a number, and a voice repsonded from the line, 
 
'Hello, 9-1-1, what's your emergency?' 
 
 **HELLO, MY FRIEND HAS JUST BEEN SHOT, PLEASE COME IMMEDIATELY, HE'S BLEEDING OUT. WE ARE AT POLKEN ROAD. ** 
 
'Keep him warm, an ambulance will shortly arrive.' 
 
 I closed my phone,'Wait, what now? Who the hell is hurt?' Jim exclaimed. I cocked the pistol, and aimed for his stomach.
