OffGun September Collection of Drabbles 2022

Project (Sean/White)

Author's note: Part 19/??? of Sean/White/Black story. We have a small action. 

White was sleeping peacefully, even though he was alone. Black was at the garage, finishing the last-minute job and would be back in the morning. He was surprised because his brother didn't stay at his workplace overnight since he returned, not to mention his suspicious behaviour for the past few days. Not that White couldn't sleep without his twin. 

He was deep in sleep when someone shook him. Groaning, he blinked at the rude intruder. 

"White, wake up. Get dressed and come with me." The familiar voice was commanding him.

"P'Black? What's going on?" White managed to ask. His brother was pulling him off the bed. The cold hit his warm skin, making him shiver as his brother started to undress him. White fought off Black's hands, taking over the task. 

"Hurry up. Where's your medical equipment?" Black asked urgently. 

"In the closet." White blinked confusedly. He was done changing when Black started to drag him towards the door with his medical bag in one hand. 

"What's going on? Is someone hurt? Did P'Grams stitches burst?" White bombarded his brother with questions. He was now fully awake and paid attention to his surroundings. They were running down the stairs, and only now White was able to see the red spot on his brother's shirt. His eyes widened. But Black couldn't be hurt, he didn't feel anything, so it must have been someone else. 

"The blood is not mine," Black said. He hurried to the parking lot towards a black jeep, opened the back door, pushed confused White inside, and went after him.

"Sorry for waking you up, White. But we need your help." It was Gumpa's voice. The older man tried to send him a brief smile, but it was evident he was on edge. 

"Okay. But can you tell me what happened?" White agreed, tilting his head to the side, waiting for an answer. 

"Yok got shot," Black whispered, looking outside the window as the car took off. 

"What? Why you didn't take him to the hospital?" White asked flabbergasted. 

"The problem is that we can't, White," Gumpa answered instead of Black. White's head went into overdrive. What was his twin doing? 

"That project, or whatever it is, is not legal, right?" White stretched his arm, taking his brother's hand.

"Sorry, baby brother. I didn't want you to get involved." Black sighed, squeezing his palm. 

"I will tell you everything, but can you help Yok first?" He pleaded. White never saw his big brother this vulnerable before. He could feel it in his chest, the fear Black was consumed by. 

"I will do everything I can," White assured him, squeezing his hand in the process.