#Chapter 156: Don’t die

Nolan landed flat on his back. He knew he’d been hit. The bullet had sent him flying backward. His ears were ringing painfully from the gunshot blast. The high-pitched squeal was brutally loud, rendering him deaf to all other sound. But he didn’t feel the injury. There was no pain in his body. He figured he must be in shock. He didn’t like that he didn’t know where he had been hit, or how bad it was. He blinked, trying to focus his eyes. The ceiling above, the only thing in his line of sight, was a blur of gray. Then it started moving. It looked like ocean waves moving over the surface of the water. Then it looked like a watercolor painting. Nolan tried to move his legs. Tried to plant his feet on the floor. Tried to roll onto his side. Nope. None of those things were going to happen. He did manage, with incredible difficulty, to slowly lift up one of his arms. It felt like he was trying to drag it through wet concrete. He brought the hand to his chest, then