Meredith worked as a nurse in the local planned parenthood. She was nearing her 10th hour of her 12 hour night shift when she heard some commotion in the hallway. She exited her nurses station to see what was going on.

Another one of the night nurses burst through the double doors to her floor followed by a man holding the lone security guard at gunpoint. After they got through the double doors the masked gunman knocked the guard out with a pistol whip to the back of the head. He turned and locked the double doors. The other nurse tried to run and the gunman shot her in the back of the head with his .45 before she made it 5 feet.

Meredith stood in shock with her jaw slack. The blue eyed brunette had just talked to the girl who lay dead in front of her about an hour ago. Now she forced herself to look away from what remained of her co workers face.

“You! You’re one of the bitches that ruined my life!”

“W-w-what?” Is all she could muster before the gunman leveled his .45 at her mid section.

She was still frozen in fear when the bullet slammed into her lower belly about an inch and a half directly below her belly button. The large .45 caliber continued through her soft tissue and intestines and impacted on her tail bone, exploding it in the process. In a split second Meredith was rendered totally incapacitated and fell to the ground.

“I’ll come back for you, bitch!” He hatefully barked at the wounded nurse as he stormed off through the next set of doors further into the clinic.

Meredith clasped both her hands on her lower belly to staunch the blood flow. Her right leg kicked around trying to push her closer to the wall. Her left leg wasn’t responding at all. As she shoved herself along the linoleum floor her scrubs slid down below her ass. A trail of smeared blood was left behind as she shimmied over to the wall a few feet behind her. She propped her shoulders up on the wall and lifted up her scrubs with her right hand. Her left hand still clutched her belly tightly. She pulled her hand away with a wince. A large .45 caliber hole had been punched into her. She wiped the blood away from the hole with another wince and within a moment more of her dark life blood pumped out of the hole. She wiped the wound again and more blood gushed up. She looked down at her hands with her eyes wide. She had never bled this much. She knew she had to avoid going into shock.

Her mind was still alert. She knew she needed to slow the bleeding. She pulled off her scrub top with a groan and balled it up she pushed down hard and let out a high pitched scream as the pressure shifted her punctured guts. She pushed herself more upright against the wall, still holding her balled up scrub top against the large hole in her lower gut. Time seemed to slow down for her. Her adrenaline had been so high that she hadn’t even really felt the pain from the shot but all of a sudden she had no chemical distraction. The first wave of pain hit her so violently all she could do was arch her back and shake. After the first wave subsided she began internalizing what had happened.

“I’m probably going to be paralyzed if I make it through this” she thought to herself. “I can’t even wiggle my left leg. The pain in my lower back is excruciating. I wonder if I have an exit wound.”

Meredith wiped her left hand on her scrubs to get as much of the sticky blood off as she could and with a moan she felt her back with her hand. When it returned there was no new blood.

“Okay, if I can stop this bleeding I’ll be OK. I’ll just have some scars, and probably won’t be able to have kids, but I can live through this. It’s just some intestinal damage probably, if I can get treated before my guts leak into my body cavity I’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. I’ll be fine” she kept reassuring herself in her mind.

She could hear commotion in the distance. A scream and two or three more gunshots. She couldn’t understand why the police hadn’t arrived, but it had only been about 5 minutes since the man arrived. The bullet in her guts was detracting from her ability to tell time. Another wave of intense pain hit and she shuddered as her muscles contracted. This time there was no reprieve, only more waves of intense searing pain in her lower belly.

“Nnnnnnnghhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” She screamed out loud while gnashing her teeth together. Her back arched hard and she toppled over onto the floor. Her pink panties had been entirely soaked in her blood. She flopped over onto her back and tried to hold her scrub top onto the wound more but the pain was so intense she was writing uncontrollably. The shirt fell to her side, entirely soaked in blood. She still oozed dark sticky blood from the hole. The outline of her shaven vagina was visible through her blood soaked panties. Another wave of pain stacked on top of another. Her whole body was tense with excruciating pain. Finally a moment of clarity arrived. She had nearly cracked her teeth with the last wave of pain.

Meredith unclipped her bra revealing her C cup breasts. She bit down on the foam cushioning just in time for the next wave of pain hit her like a ton of bricks. This time she convulsed and shook violently. The pain was so intense it controlled her body. She contorted back and forth trying to escape the fire in the bottom of her belly. In the midst of her torment the gunman stormed back into her room. He walked over to the guard and executed him with two shots and turned his attention to the girl who was flopping around in a small puddle of her own blood.

“Good, you’re still alive. That looks painful. I think we need to operate.” He said as he bent down and scooped the girl up.

Meredith couldn’t fight back in the midst of the pain she was experiencing. She tried to say no but all that escaped her mouth was two weak agonizing moans as the bra fell to the ground. He placed her down on one of the chairs used at the clinic and strapped her good legs into the stirrups. She screamed when he pulled on her legs. The shattered vertebrae and the pain in her stomach all connected in one terrible lightning rod of agony that shot through her lower torso. He grabbed her hands which were too weak to fight back and handcuffed them around the light fixture that was attached to the chair. Another wave of pain gripped the girl and she shoved her ass toward the ceiling. The man grabbed a scalpel from one of the trays near by.

“N-n-no please-unnnnnggghhh, please don’t.” Begged Meredith through the pain. Her mind raced to the girlfriend she wouldn’t come home to the next morning. She knew she was going to die at this point. In her mind she just wanted it to be over. The pain was terrible. She wanted her girlfriend to comfort her. She wanted her mom. Anyone.

The man took the scalpel and placed the tip to the lower rim of her bellybutton. She looked down her body at what was about to happen. Before she could protest the man quickly slid the blade from her bellybutton down to the bullet hole. Her body instinctively withdrew from the pain and she squirmed against her bonds. The man withdrew and waited a few seconds. Some connective tissue and intestine were already visible through the wound. Blood dribbled out between the loops of her guts. As her squirming stopped he placed the tip in the bottom of the bullet hole and cut her all the way down to her pubic mound. Her body reacted by clinching her torn stomach muscles, betraying her and shoving a good amount of her intestines out of her open belly.

Meredith could feel every agonizing moment. The cool air on her open nerve endings in the tissue that held her insides together was more intense than anything she had ever felt. She was ready to die but the man had been careful to not cause too much damage. He stood back and admired his work for a moment or two before he stepped back up to the girl and sliced her from just below her sternum down to her bellybutton. Her abdomen was now totally split from stomach to pubic mound. More of her guts slipped out and piled up over her pussy. The man stepped back and dropped the scalpel at his feet.

“See ya around liberal scum, now you get a taste of your own medicine”

Meredith couldn’t believe it. Eviscerated because of some backwoods republicans ideals. The man walked out the doors. She hoped there were police ready to storm the building and take him out. She was getting very sleepy. The pain was becoming more numb. She was so cold. Her whole body was opened up and she could feel cool air inside of her body cavity. She convulsed and dozed off. Her last thoughts were of her girlfriend.