He had a hole in his lower abdomen and one under his armpit. Vitals weren't bad, considering, he was conscious and breath sounds equal. We hooked him up with supplemental oxygen, started some IV's put him on the monitor and carried him from his porch, where he was when he got shot, and took him to the ER. People go downhill fast, I figured it was a matter of minutes till his BP tanked and he lost consciousness.
He didn't. The day after Thanksgiving we returned to his house, this time his mother was having an anxiety attack- no surprise there- and found him sitting in the same chair he was shot in, only now he was stuffed with turkey, not full of holes. He showed us the dressings, the ones on his body, not the ones in the turkey, and said it was his lucky day. It was one shot, entered through the abdomen, went through his body and didn't hit any vital organs.
We took his mom to the hospital. I don't think she feels so lucky.