[Lovebite]

Baxter wanted to put a bullet right between his eyes but he couldn't, not in this state, he needed someones help and he was slow to realize that as he released his pistol from beneath the cover of his coat when he was heaved upright again. A cry escaped his lips and he pushed weakly at the other man, the large bounty hunter reduced to this,"No! Get the fuck off me!"he didn't put up much of a fight as his coat was pulled off of him and couldn't struggle as another pain climbed through the muscles of his stomach and back. He squirmed beneath his own weight and barely noticed that his shirt had fallen open until the contraction was over, he sank to the floor and pressed his head into a cabinet that sat beside him, defeated as he tried covering his stomach still with his arms and hands.