It hurt.

Blood clogged in his nose and coated the inside of his mouth.

He's not sure when he drew the gun, but it was there.

Loaded.

Rubber bullets or the real ones?

He's not sure.

God, it hurts.

Not the broken nose.

Not the busted lip or the black eye.

But seeing him on the other end of the barrel.

Dude...

"Why?"