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Don't Belong Here

Part 3

By:@pusantheamazonian

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Tag list: @athenaricham-loves-orcs @pandainfinitely @rosecat5

It's a rough few weeks but things go back to semi normal with Ronnie. He passed the trial period much to Manny's dislike. But all of your minions still keep their guard up. If he even breathes wrong in your direction, they're going to take him down. It’s endearing how they are so protective of you, a simple human.

Thou now you can tell him all the weird and gross things about bodies that you know. Creep him out the same way you do with Charlie and Olivia.

Comfortably asleep the annoying ringtone you set won't stop as your hand blindly searches for it.

"Hello?" Mumbling you drift back to sleep.

"You got a first aid kit?" Ronnie's grumpy voice wakes you up.

"Yeah why?"

"Bring it. Meet me outside."

"Now?" Confused he can't mean now, you just went to sleep.

"Now." He hangs up before you can speak.

"Rude." Letting the phone drop onto the bed. You contemplate how quickly you should get moving.

Since he woke you up out of a dead sleep it's probably important. You better grab the heavy duty first aid kit. Throwing on some clothes and half awake, you head to the parking lot. You spot him in the back row. Smoking a cigarette, leaning on the hood of his truck.

"Get in." He nods at the passenger seat.

"Morning to you too." Sarcastically replying as you hoist yourself in. Putting the first aid kit at your feet. You can tell something is wrong. He’s being very tight-lipped about what's happening.

"What is that?" He questionably stares at the big pink storage tackle box you brought.

"You said to bring my first aid kit. This is my first aid kit." You smack the lid. "So what's the reason I've been woken up?"

"Need your help with some stitches." The truck roars to life and Ronnie speeds out of the parking lot.

"Um, I work on dead people, not the living. You remember that right?"

"Too many questions will be asked at the hospital." Taking a last drag off the cigarette he flicks it out the window.

"Oh." A dawning realization hits. This is not going to be good. You're being sucked in. Someone is injured and you are the last resort.

After several twists and turns through back alleys. You're somewhere on the other side of town parked in front of an abandoned building.

"Do I want to know?" Sighing, you glance at Ronnie as he puts the truck in park.

"No and don't ask questions." Ronnie gruffs getting out of the truck.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Another sigh, you closely follow him inside.

"What the hell?" Shocked, there's an orc sitting on a table. Another one is standing by, holding bloody rags to his arm. Tossing the kit to Ronnie. You run to the bloody orcs, pushing the non injured one out of the way. Automatically pulling back the rags to see the damage.

“What-!”

"Shut up." Glaring at the orc who was putting pressure on the wound. "The bleeding has stopped. You need to hold his arm like this." Maneuvering the orc, you position his hands exactly where you want them.

Stunned is not the appropriate term. He’s shocked. You just shoved a fully grown orc, easily twice your size out of the way. You really must not be afraid of orcs.

"Ronnie." You motion for the kit. Quickly taking it from him and placing it on the table. You set to work prepping what you’ll be needing. But first things first. He's going to need some pain meds.

"What are you 350 pounds? 375?" Questioning you size him up while shaking a dark colored bottle.

"369." He huffs offended that you would even ask.

"Close enough." Carefully drawing up a syringe. "This might hurt." You stab him just about the wound.

The loud howl hurts your ears, even the bad one. "What was that?"

"That is about to become your best friend." You scoot the kit backwards before kneeling beside him on the table. You're able to quickly see the actual damage. A nice shallow bullet wound.

Putting gloves on you've already figured your plan out. Clean the wound, remove the bullet whole if possible then line inside with some antibiotic ointment and sew him up.

“What was in that?” Confused, he's starting to open and close the injured arm’s hand. Showing no signs of pain.

“The good stuff.” Chuckling, giving him a smile. “But it's only gonna last for a few hours.”

Getting to work you can feel all the eyes on you. No pressure. You awkwardly start humming to yourself and focus only on the wound. You know they are already starting to smell your nervousness. Because this whole situation is ridiculous.

“Y/N!” Ronnie’s shouting your actual name.

“What!?” Confused about what he wants, you honestly weren't paying attention to anyone else. Or how Charlie puts it, you turned your hearing off.

“I asked about the bullet.” Reiterating he points at the bullet you just pulled out.

“Mmm probably about 5.56mm. Seems military grade or black market for the actual gun. Though since this happened in daylight I'm going to bet that it's a handgun modified to look or feel like an AR.”

“You know alot about bullets.” The orc holding the arm question. Giving you a suspicious look.

“Well I see a lot of bullets.” You give him the side eye back. "Okay you're all set. Don't get it wet for 24 hours and try not to overdo it. And try not to scratch it."

Groaning, the orc stumbles off the table and through a door with his buddy's help.

"A moment alone with the good Doctor."

Freezing you don't remember this voice. But by the way everyone clears out of the room. That voice has to belong to Dorghu. Glancing at Ronnie he gives you a look that you just can’t fully process before grabbing your kit and leaving. Leaving you alone with Dorghu. Still sitting on the table like a weird sacrifice of some sort.

"Thank you Dr Y/L/N. You have been a great help to the community." Dorghu moves to lean on the table beside you.

"Really it's just Y/N. I'm just helping however I can."

"Nervous?" Dorghu asks with a subtle head tilt.

"A little."

"You had quite the bravery at the block party." With a chuckle he lights a cigarette.

"That was mostly drunk me. And me being angry at my sister and her girlfriend." You wave it off as nothing.

"You speak our language. How is that?" Questioning, he gives you a cold stare.

Damn. You weren’t expecting that question so quickly.

"In highschool I learned it to impress a boy but that backfired." Deciding it's best to be honest with these questions. There is no telling what he would do if he found out you lied.

"Orc."

"Yes."

"Quite an interesting person, had some people look into you." Nonchalantly tapping the ashes off.

Oh damn.

Eyes widen, you try to keep a blank face. Panic sets in as you worry about how much he does know.

"You're a good person, as everyone should be. I want to keep you in good faith. You can keep your relationship with Ronnie or with any one you choose. You have my permission."

Surprised at his calmness, you didn't expect him to be so accepting of you this quickly. "Okay, thank you." Now you're confused as hell. Since when did you need permission to be with someone? This has to be about clan politics and having an inside source.

“You must get your rest.” Smirking Dorghu leads you back outside while you try to regain your composure. Where a few of the guys are waiting.

Trying not to pace, he's starting to worry. Why would Dorghu want to speak to you alone? It's never good when Dorghu wants to talk to someone alone. Especially if they're human. But since you're female and have helped he may not harm you. But it means other things can happen. Since Dorghu does have a not so secret habit of seducing naive women. But you're not that naive. Are you?

The door quickly opens and everyone turns their attention.

“Ronnie make sure she gets home.” Dorghu orders.

“Yes boss.”

Inside the truck Ronnie is oddly tense and quiet. Trying not to think about what just happened you stare out the window aimlessly. It's not until he's parked outside your apartment building when he starts questioning you about everything.

"What did Dorghu say?"

"Um…. Well he gave me permission to be with anyone in the clan. I guess he sees me as an asset that he shouldn't ignore because I'm human." You don't really know how to summarize the conversation. You know he knows about your past. "He-he also wanted to know why I can speak Bodzvokhan."

"You did it to impress some guy. No big deal." Shrugging that's not a big deal.

"Ish."

"Sprinkles." Ronnie growls in warning.

"I did it to impress him and he was an Orc. He reacted badly to it, well reacted badly to me. Said that he would rather die than acknowledge my feelings or presence. Then he broke my wrist. So I made sure to stay very fluent with Bodzvokhan and Orc culture to spite him." Fidgeting with the handle on your first aid box. It's awkward telling Ronnie that it's only out of spite that you kept speaking Bodzvokhan in highschool.

"He broke your wrist?" Concerned he didn't expect that.

"Yeah. If you compare my wrists you'll see that the left one is smoother and less bony. That's the one he crushed." Holding them both out you point out the differences. Ronnie carefully feels each wrist for a moment.

"Well thanks for the ride." Exhausted you shuffle out the door.

Worried thoughts float to the back of his mind as he watches you walk away. What does Dorghu have planned for you? Because he wasn't the one who wanted to bring you in today. That was Dorghu's order. He's been trying to keep you out of everything.

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