ALL OF THIS IS REAL?!

THEIR REACTION TO THE PLAYER GETTING INJURED

Ft. Hank Deimos, Stanford, & 2BDamned

As much as the boys adored your otherworldly appearance and your little quirks that came from being a "human", they weren't prepared for how fragile player actually were.

The first time you sustained any minor injury was at their base, when they were helping 2BDamned out with his work. The boys were out getting supplies at his request (well, really yours because they'd just refuse to take orders that brought them away from you otherwise), leaving you alone with him for the time being. (Much to his enjoyment.)

Player were thumbing through some paperwork 2BDamned had on his desk, looking for any missing signatures and the like, when player felt the distinct sting of a paper slicing into their skin. They winced, pulling your hand away whilst muttering an expletive under they're breath.

Doc immediately turned to player, concern painting his features. "Are you alright?" He asked, shifting closer to them from where he sat by they're side. Upon looking at their hand, he stiffened at the sight of a minuscule cut on player's index finger. It wasn't bleeding at the moment, but that didn't change how bad it was. How did you manage to get injured? This shouldn't be possible-

Player just shrugged. "Eh, it's normal, just a paper-cut. It'll go away in a couple days," came your nonchalant reply, completely oblivious to the growing concern of the grunt beside them. Naturally, this wasn't enough to sate his worry.

Ignoring player's attempts to brush him off, he grasped their wrist and pulled them out of their chair, leading player to the medkit he had stashed on the other side of his office. If they weren't busy trying to assure him that their were fine, they'd have noticed the way his hands trembled ever so slightly.

He may seem composed to you, which is intentional on his part. He wanted to seem reliable, someone who would always be there to support you. But right now, he was panicking on the inside.

You're their Player. You shouldn't get injured, it didn't make sense. You're a superior being compared to everything else in Nevada. If you were capable of getting a cut from paper, then what else could hurt you? What else could take you from them? What if you got an infection from this? How sick could you get? You weren't from Nevada, how much immunization did you have against the bacteri-"Hey, hey, Doc," Player muttered softly, waving their (good) hand in front of his face and interrupting his spiraling thoughts.

He looked at player for a moment before relaxing slightly, they and gave him a small smile. "You were lost in thought for a bit there, you okay?"

He huffed, turning his head away from you for a moment (trying to ignore the way his face heated at the way you called his name so sweetly). "You're the one who's injured, and you're asking me if I'm okay?" 2B said with some exasperation, quickly getting back to pulling the medical supplies out of the kit. "But yes, I'm fine, thank you."

Player raised a brow when you saw just how many things he seemed to be getting ready. Soap, rubbing alcohol, antibiotic ointment, three different kinds of pain mediation (was that morphine??), and gloves, in addition to the bandages. It was just too much.

It was wholly necessary, but it was also very difficult to convince him to hold off. Eventually, after a discussion that lasted almost an hour, you agreed to take a couple of pain pills and use some of the ointment.

As Doc gently soothed the balm over your cut, he remembered what you'd said earlier. "Is this normal?"

"Oh yeah, happens all the time. I'm guessing grunts don't have the same problem?"