Make You Hurt || Malcolm Bright

No. 13 - That's Gonna Leave A Mark

No. 13 - That's Gonna Leave A Mark

"This is gonna suck" | Burns | Cauterization

"Fuck, it hurts." Malcolm groans, pressing the sleeve of his coat to the large gash on his head.

He really should've looked where he was going. But noo, he just had to trip over a tree root and crack the side of his head open on a particularly sharp rock. It's just a good thing he didn't end up poking his damn eye out instead.

"Move your hand, Bright." JT says from next to him, gently attempting to move Malcolm's hand away from the wound. "Let me take a look at it."

Reluctantly, Malcolm does as JT asks, and moves his hand out of the way, revealing a very nasty gash that's absolutely going to need stitches. Problem is, they're very far away from the nearest hospital, and they've got no cell reception.

"Fuck, you're gonna need stitches, bro." JT says.

Malcolm groans, not liking the idea of stitches at all. He hates hospitals, and he'd rather not have to go to one.

Oh, why the fuck must he get injured this bad?

"Is there anything you can do to stop the bleeding in the meantime?" Malcolm asks. "We're kinda deep into the woods here."

He hopes JT has some idea of what to do in the meantime before they can get to a hospital.

"I have an idea, but it's gonna suck." He says, as he releases the magazine from his gun, and takes one of the bullets out.

Malcolm nods, not caring what JT's idea is, just as long as it stops the bleeding for now. "Just do it."

Nodding, JT cracks the bullet open, and tips Malcolm's head back. "This is gonna sting." He says, before tipping the gunpowder from the bullet into the wound.

Malcolm whimpers, screwing his eyes shut at the pain. All he wants to do is move away, but he forces himself to stay put. But fuck does it hurt. Although he knows JT isn't done yet, so it's likely only going to get worse.

"Sorry, bro." JT says, pulling a pack of matches out of his jacket pocket, lighting one of the matches, and setting it against the gunpowder in gash on Malcolm's head.

Malcolm screams at the pain, no doubt loud enough for Gil and Dani to hear from wherever they are in the woods. Every fiber in his being is screaming at him to move. To get as far as he possibly can from the pain, but JT holds him in place, sitting across his lap so he can't move as he does what he has to.

Finally, after what feels like hours, but more likely was only a minute, JT has managed to stop the bleeding, and Malcolm collapses onto his side as JT gets off him.

"Fuck!" Malcolm groans, head throbbing with pain, but thankfully no longer bleeding. "I don't ever want to have to go through that again."

He really doesn't. Once is more than enough.

"Once you're good to go, we'll try and find Gil and Dani." JT says. "Hopefully they're having better luck than we are."

Before Malcolm had managed to injure himself by tripping over, they had split off into two groups to hunt down their suspect. Gil and Dani going one way, while Malcolm and JT going the other.

Malcolm nods, sitting up slowly as the throbbing starts to lessen, but not completely. But he thinks he'll be okay, at least until he can get checked over properly at a hospital.

They sit for about five minutes, before Malcolm decides that he's good enough to go find Gil and Dani, who've hopefully caught their suspect by now.

"You sure you're good to go?" JT asks helping Malcolm up off the ground.

In truth, Malcolm doesn't really think he is completely good, but it'll have to do for now.

"I'm sure." Malcolm says, trying to sound convincing enough. "Now let's just go!'

Sighing, JT doesn't bother trying to argue with him, knowing that it won't do any good. If Malcolm says he's fine, even when he's clearly not, there's no point in trying to argue, especially in the middle of a case.

So he runs after him through the trees, keeping a close eye on him as they try and catch up to and find Gil and Dani, and hopefully, their suspect.