Some Life This Is - Kate the Chaser X Hoodie

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The next day was spent by the group relaxing and tending to various scrapes and cuts they get while out and about on the job, and of course making as much merry as they can before their "boss" comes to check on them.
"Toby, catch!" kate yelled towards the younger male, hoodie fast on her tail after she stole and fully disarmed one of his handguns. She chucks the gun at toby, who until that point wasn't paying attention and instead was busy picking stinging nettles for the only kind of energizing drink Hoodie and Rouge will drink- something about not wanting to form energy drink addictions like Toby and Kate, and a coffee addiction like Tim.
Their loss honestly.
Anyways, as toby turns to face kate, the gun slams butt first into the side of Toby's head, knocking him off balance with a bit of a gross cracking noise.
It would turn out that kate had not fully emptied the gun of bullets, having forgotten to shoot off the one already loaded into the chamber. This becomes painfully clear as the gun goes off and a bullet rips through Kate's shoulder, going right through flesh and embedding itself in the shoulder plate.
"HOLY FUC K" Kate screams out, hand flying to her shoulder as it bumps back a second, just throbbing before the pain starts and the blood really starts flowing out.
"You fucking idiot-" Hoodie exclaims, coming to a stop next to Kate before- reason unknown to all- toby just starts wailing, which draws Tim and Rouge out of the house to check on the three outside.
To any normal people, what Tim and Rouge see upon exiting their house would horrify most normal people.
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To them it's just, like, Wednesday afternoon besides the pained wailing of a man who cannot feel physical pain.
"What the fuck happened out here?" Tim asks like a tired dad, walking over to the group as Rouge dips back inside to prepare the first aid kit.
"shit." Kate hisses, before attempting to make a run for it, only to get grabbed and pulled back by her uninjured arm by Hoodie. It still hurts like a bitch though, and she almost falls.
"Kate took my gun and managed to shoot herself with toby." Hoodie curtly explains through his mask and voice changer.
"How the fuck- you know what? I don't even want to know." Tim says, stopping infront of Toby, who is currently doing grabby hands up at tim as his skin fixes itself, leaving nought but a bloody patch of hair where the wound was, which actually blends into his normally greasy and bloodied up hair. Kate vaguely thinks that she should hose him down after the next mission, but is pulled out of that by Hoodie starting to pull her back towards the cabin.
"Oh no, nononono-" Kate protests, fighting against hoodie's hold on her upper arm. She looks back at Tim for help, only to see him lifting Toby like one would a sleeping toddler out of a car. A bony, weirdly shaped toddler that's taller than Tim is, but a toddler nonetheless.
The moment toby gets both his arms around Tim as he's hoisted up he double flips off kate, a shit eating grin on his face.
"Oh you fucker-" Kate seethes towards Toby, just kind of getting dragged vaguely towards the cabin by hoodie right now. She slams her other hand down ontop of hoodie's, ignoring the searing pain in her shoulder and the way the hot wet blood drips down her arm. She grunts and straightens out her legs, pressing her feet into the stone base of the porch as they get there, trying to pry hoodie's hands off her arm to no avail. "oh fuck you fuck you fuck you- heEY!" She exclaims as hoodie leans down and picks her up, his arms around her stomach.
Of course, she struggles, but it really does nothing whatsoever to help.
"Cooperate, you're not going to heal if Rouge doesn't dig that bullet out." Hoodie says, sounding tired and a bit angry.
Kate stops a moment, relaxing briefly in confusion, expecting him to be madder than he sounds.
The quiet anger is the scariest kind.
Anyways, since she's still as upright as she could be the back of her head ends up just about slammed into the doorframe. "Ow, fuck." She groans, laying her head temporarily on the top of hoodie's head to try to alleviate the headache that will grow.

She grunts and sits up as hoodie tosses her down onto the couch, rubbing her head lightly and looking over at the door in time to watch Tim walk in and unceremoniously drop toby. Kate laughs at that, flipping toby off, only to get smacked upside the head by Rouge. Hoodie stays near the front door, and Tim makes his way to the back incase Kate tries to make a run for it. Kate grumbles and takes her jacket and undershirt off, leaving her in a full coverage sports bra that doesn't cover over any of the wound.
"Well, get on it then mom." Kate grumbles, looking out the window with a blank frown.
Hoodie averts his eyes politely, though that wouldn't be known, as Kate moves around to how rouge says to so the bullet can get dug out and the wound properly treated.
Toby's somewhat openly leering- 'probably the only time he's seen any of that kind of thing in real life.' Hoodie thinks, silently rolling his eyes.
Tim sends him back outside to finish picking nettle leaves and dandelion roots, lighting a cigarette for himself.
It's unceremoniously put out by Rouge throwing a knife at it before she does a finishing clean of the wound. Kate and Hoodie both watch as the muscle and skin slowly stitches itself back together with a morbid sort of blank fascination, letting it partially finish before Kate grabs her clothes and lumbers off to the bathroom to take a shower and clean the rest of the way up.

On the table where her jacket was, hoodie can see his bullets lined up nicely. He grabs and pockets them unceremoniously before going outside to get to the cellar.