Whumptober day thirteen!
Legend has an infection, Wars helps him out.
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Warnings for injury (not graphic but there), and implied illness (no vomiting), and a bit of delirium. Let me know if there should be more!
It’s a nice day.
Stupidly nice.
Sunny, warm but not too hot, a nice breeze blowing… beautiful.
So of course something has to happen and they can’t enjoy it.
No, why would they ever get a day to relax?
He moves to Legend’s side, rolling the other’s sleeve up to look again at the cut there.
It’s a nasty one- even without the infection.
Deep, long, clearly having been ignored for a few days. In the process of healing, but the infection will stop that.
The bandages he’d removed from Legend’s arm lay next to the sleeping hero, stained with blood and dirt. He can’t help but to sigh at them- it’s almost like he’d been trying to get an infection.
The wound needs cleaned. Leg’s temperature had spiked… so he needed a cool compress, too.
So he fills a bucket with water, sticking an ice arrow in it so it’ll cool down, gets a towel damp with the still-warm water, moving back to the veteran.
Takes his scarf off- it’d just been getting in the way- and carefully cleans the cut out.
It looks like it should’ve been stitched up- but he can’t do that now with the infection.
So he focuses on what he can do.
Moves back to the water, testing to see how cold it is, gets another rag damp, and laying the cool rag on the Vet’s forehead.
Jumps when Legend’s expression pulls into a frown, eyes opening and blearily finding him.
“Hey, Vet, how you feeling?” He asks.
Another frown. He puts a hand on Legend’s shoulder to stop him from sitting up.
“Take it easy, man, you’ve got a nasty fever. That lovely slice on your arm you decided not to tell us about got infected.”
“It’s just a cut, I’m fine-”
He shoots the other a glare. Legend, to his surprise, flinches ever so slightly and lays back again.
“It’s infected, Leg. Like it or not, you’re just gonna have to fight this one off. Take it easy.”
“Where are the others?”
“Don’t wor-”
“Warriors you tell me where they are or I swear by all the goddesses-”
“Goddess above, Veteran, they’re just trying to find something for you! Medicine, a town, something!”
The vet’s expression pulls into a scowl.
“Don’t you even argue with me, they’re already gone and you have a fever.” He says before Legend can say anything.
He gets a glare, but Legend falls silent.
But lets him carefully clean the cut out again and dry it off.
“You need anything? Food, water, a blanket?”
“Just some water.” Leg mutters, slowly sitting up when he grabs a waterskin and hands it to him.
Takes a few drinks, then lays back.
It’s quiet through the night, they speak little and Legend falls back asleep rather quickly.
He doesn’t mean to doze off, but he’s exhausted.
And he wakes up to Legend weakly rasping out his name.
“Wars.”
He jolts, glancing at the vet. And his heart sinks as he quickly makes his way over to him.
The veteran is clammy, out of breath, incredibly pale, eyes half lidded and dazed.
“I don’t… I don’t feel so good.”
And if Legend is admitting to not feeling well, that by itself is a cause for concern.
The veteran never admitted to feeling anything- any sort of pain, emotion, nothing.
“Ok, ok… lay down, are you cold?” He says, Legend shaking his head weakly.
He nudges the half cooperating Vet into his bedroll.
Sticks an ice arrow and some water in a bucket, uses his hand to take Legend’s temperature, noticing how it’s spiked.
“Easy… let me take a look at that cut, yeah?” He says, taking his arm and pulling the sleeve up.
It looks the same- red and inflamed, head radiating off of it.
Ok. Two rags, one for his forehead and one for the cut.
Which is what he does.
Puts a damp one on his forehead, Legend's eyes fluttering slowly. Then moves down and slowly cleans the cut out.
Legend groans softly, making him wince. “Sorry, Vet.”
He stands to move, but Leg’s hand grasps his hand suddenly. “Don’t leave.” The vet whispers.
“Hey… I’m not leaving. Just moving, ok?”
“Don’t leave me.” Legend pleads. He stares.
“Woah… hey, I won’t. Promise.”
Legend’s eyes are feverish when they flutter open, slowly finding him. “Don’t… please stay. You’re… real. Don’t… know what's real anymore. I thought… she was real. But it wasn’t.”
“This is real, Vet, I promise.” He says quietly.
“It was just a dream…”
“You’re not dreaming, Leg, this is real. I swear. Do you trust me?”
“Can’t trust anyone. They just leave. And you get hurt. You always get hurt.” Legend mumbles.
He falters, unsure of how to reply to that.
And then it’s been too long.
Legend looks away from him, closing his eyes again.
He squeezes his friend's hand softly, using his other one to brush back the vet’s hair.
Looks into the woods, silently begging for one of the others to find something, to return.
But the woods stay silent.
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Waiting room observations
Currently in urgent care waiting for an opening, and I'm working on being more observant, so here's some stuff. I'm new to deductions and things, so this is just me logging things I can see as an exercise :) I'm in quite a state so my observations are probably shit but I'm unbelievably bored and I need imminent distraction so here
The counter nurse is very tired. She's drinking what looks like iced coffee out of a disposable coffee cup, and she looks and seems exhausted. She's been rubbing her eyes quite a bit as her mascara has come off a bit and smudged greatly. She's also got a little bit of lipstick on, but a lot of it's gone, so she probably applied it a while ago and hasn't fixed it. She's also got a wedding ring on, a fairly nice one with what looks like 2 gems and a missing one on the left. It looks like she has yellow stains on her fingers, and pretty yellow teeth, so smoker, probably a lot by the looks of it.
Apparent neo Nazi in one of the seats, with his son, who appears to have a broken arm. The guy is covered in vikingy tattoos and has a swastika on his right palm. The swastika could've been another religious symbol (the Germans aren't the only people to use them, swastikas originated in India) but the other tattoos combined with the blonde hair and blue eyes and german flag tattoo leads me to believe he's most likely a neo Nazi. (I was not aware my small southern town had neo nazis, what is this place)
Teen girl, a couple of seats away, has a very bad cough and is wrapped in two coats, despite the warm weather. She's also wearing pajama pants and boots. She's frequently blowing her nose and appears to have a sore throat, as she's slowly sipping water and cringing in pain as she does. There's a Dazai sticker on her phone case, so BSD fan, and her coat is pink, and seems fairly new. It's been very cold recently so I think she would've worn it by now if it wasn't, it looks very fresh. Could be something she pulled out of the back of her closet, but in her state I doubt she would go through the trouble to find something she hasn't worn in a while, and it looks definitely brand new
Older guy with a fair burn on his right arm, he was called quickly, so I didn't get much there. Noticed he had a cool lord of the rings shirt though
Lady drinking quite a lot of cranberry juice. Her name is Diane (as said by her husband), and my first thought was possible UTI, confirmed later by listening to their chatter, she's also got a sweet tooth apparently
I'm not feeling good so that's all I'm gonna go for for now, farewell
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