[Lovebite]

The wounded man had lost a lot of blood, he was barely conscious when he was sat down against one of the pews, whimpering and sinking down more. His eyes opened more to watch as the other, seemingly younger and less dense man, left him there in the church aisle. He opened his mouth to speak though only tasted as blood came onto his tongue, that wasn't good, he looked down at himself. His hands coming up to press against his wound, tearing up slightly, he didn't want to die over sticking his dick in some young whore. His hands helped at least, covering the bullet wound, it had went right through him, it was obvious as his back was wet too. The rancher looked up at the other man who came back with an arm full of supplies, he was trying his damnedest not to fall asleep, he couldn't close his eyes. He wasn't sure if he did he would find a way to open them again.