Immerensis (Technoblade x fem!reader)

three

The pair of you made it back to a cabin by the break of dawn, your skin pale as ever. You had lost quite a lot of blood before running into the stranger, and at least they had managed to put a cork in it for now.

Still applying pressure to both your knee and your shoulder, they carried you off of the brunette horse, and onto the front porch. Lying limp over their back, you weren't much help to them.

Maybe if you were awake, you would feel bad. But you weren't. You were unconscious, teetering on the edge of life and death.

Kicking open the front door with a lot of force, they repositioned you in their arms, lying you down on their couch with surprising gentleness.

They left you alone for a bit, needing to quickly tend to their horse first, then they could help you out of your sticky situation.

Within minutes, they had returned with a stack of logs in hand. Throwing them in the fireplace and striking a match, they turned their attention back to you.

They picked you up and lifted you off of the couch and onto the floor in front of the small-but-warm flames, walking over to a chest, digging through it.

They pulled out two potions, and rich golden apple, and many, many medical supplies.

The first thing they needed to do was remove the arrowhead, so that's what they did. They only hoped that the pain of taking it out wouldn't wake you up.

Sitting down next to you, they flipped you off your side and onto your back, removing your cloak. They were tempted to throw it in the fire, seeing how bloody and torn it was. But they didn't, as they thought it would be very rude of them.

The ripped cloth that had been tied onto your shoulder was now also bloodstained, and they didn't even think twice before throwing it into the flames.

Part of your shirt and pants were covering your injuries, and they almost felt bad for having to cut out chunks of your clothes, but it was the very least of their current worries.

Taking a deep breath, they pulled out the head of the arrow leaving a gaping wound, immediately pouring a bottle of a glistening red liquid over your wound. Your arm flinched subconsciously, a sign that you weren't completely dead just yet.

They repeated the process for your knee. Removing the cloth, pouring the potion.

Standing up and heading up to the bathroom with a towel in hand, they went over and dampened the fabric.

Sitting by your side again, they began to clean up the blood as best as possible.

The sun had begun its journey into the morning sky, mixing with the luminescence of the fire, casting a warm glow upon the two of you.

The whole back of your top was dirty, along with the majority of your pant leg. For now, they would focus on your skin, they could change your clothes later.

Dabbing lightly at the tender skin, the once white towel was beginning to become a dark shade of red.

But hey, at least they stopped the bleeding.

Once they got as much of the blood off your back as possible, they moved down to your leg.

You had been a really good patient, apart from the one involuntary flinch, you hadn't moved at all. Some would probably be concerned that you had died, but they could see the faint movement of your chest, indicating your breathing.

They were surprised you even made the ride home alive, let alone the bandaging and cleaning.

Once they had finished wiping off your knee, they sterilised both injuries and sat you so you were propped up against the leg of the coffee table, still chilling in front of the fire.