Fandom Imagines and Preferences VI

Fatin Jadmani- Stitches (c)

The Wilds One Shot

Tensions were running higher and higher with every day you were stuck on the island. It was only about a week in the middle of nowhere and everyone was starting to get at each other's throats. Leah and Fatin were starting to tear into one another at any chance they got, and it resulted in Fatin getting her leg ripped open. Dot tried to calm down Leah, whilst you followed after the limping Fatin with the first aid kit.

The amount of blood that she was able to smear across Leah's face, worried you. You didn't know the extent of the wound and you certainly didn't want her running off into the wilderness and end up getting an infection when your access to antibiotics was very limited.

"Fatin," you called out. "Stop storming off."

Even injured, her far longer legs carried her off away from you far quicker than you could keep up to, especially with your torn flip-flops and sand.

"I'm not storming off," she snapped.

"Well just stop walking away so that I can see what's wrong with your leg."

She reluctantly stopped and perched on one of the many large rocks, knowing it was in her best interest to rest and not keep causing pain in her freshly injured leg.

Between you and Dot, you were able to handle most medical needs. Luckily you were raised by two doctors and knew the basics that you needed for island survival, not that any of you could have guessed that you would need to know such things.

Fatin raised her leg onto your lap, so that you could look at the injury. It was a long slash that would be unlikely be able to heal itself without assistance but luckily it wasn't too deep or damaging to the muscles beneath.

"You're going to need a few stitches, or this isn't going to heal," you warned her. "I've never given stitches to an actual person before, nor have I had to do so with a sewing kit, but I can clean up your wound and try to stitch it back together well enough."

"You better not leave a scar," she huffed.

"Hey, don't blame me if it scars," you frowned. "Leah's the one that injured you. If I don't sew it up at all, it will definitely scar and likely get infected to the point that you'll lose your leg due to the very unsanitary conditions of this island."

She rolled her eyes at you. "Fine, just do it."

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Written by Charlotte.