Collection TSV - One Shots

The sundered, ashened Earth 5/7 (SFW) Apocalypse-AU

Chapter 5

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"Care to tell us now what's wrong with you?"

Guilty Brett looked down at his side and grimaced when he removed his hand. Wordlessly he showed them the bloody hand.

"Shot."

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Eddy shot Brett a look, it was concerned but also exasperated. He cursed his partial blindness for not even noticing the staining of blood and the slight tear of fabric, "Why did you try to hide this Brett? I would have carried you or at least try to help you slow the bleeding."

He looked at Brett then looked through his own back pack to pull out the first aid kit. Eddy would try to help him now.

"Didn't want us to slow down. We can't be caught. And it's only a small wound. We would not be here right now if you had carried me, Eddy."

He played with the hem of his black shirt and in the end lifted it. Jordan grimaced. It was all bloody.

Jordan went to Brett's side and knelt in front of him, also rummaging in his backpack. He procured bandages and a bottle of disinfectant. He gave both to Eddy.

"We think the disease is transmitted through saliva, blood and other bodily fluids. I am not infected, but you may be. And you share a lot of closeness and kisses. Maybe you can take care of his wound? I'm sorry."

"I planned on tending to his wounds, don't worry about it," Eddy took the items from Jordan, he wouldn't have let Jordan touch Brett anyways. He probably would have hissed and smacked the man's hand away so it was better that he would do it himself. Carefully he lifted Brett's shirt to tend to the wound, he just wanted to take care of Brett really and to see how bad the wound was.

Jordan gave him a cloth, wetted with purified water so Eddy could clean Brett's wound.

The moment something came in contact with it, Brett hissed. He hated getting hurt! And he hated to see the worried expression on Eddy's face. That was why he never said a word up until now.

The wound was bloody, and the bullet was a clean shot through. It was on the far right side and didn't puncture or damage any organs. It just hurt like fucking hell and the problem of getting dirt and bacteria into the wound was probably the most pressing one. And it would leave a scar for sure.

The outside of the wound was singed and dirty.

"Just clean it and douse me in the fucking disinfectant stuff. I will survive it."

Brett looked at Jordan, "Have you some cloth you don't need? Because I don't want to scream but I probably will. And it's better for you and Eddy and the fucking assholes who are on our tail to not hear that."

Jordan nodded and got a pair of sock out.

"They are unused, don't worry."

The wounded man chuckled, "I would also take used ones, but thanks."

Eddy helped him to get the rolled socks in his mouth and Brett nodded to him to start the treatment.

Eddy looked around the burn area, he pulled out a clean scalpel from his first aid kit. First things first he had to cut the crispies off, and the burned area was quite crispy. His friend was a real idiot but he cared for him so here he was, fixing the idiot up, "Next time, tell us okay. The bullet went all the way through which means you'll bleed faster. You could have passed out from blood loss."