Imagines For Me & You

Mending Wounds: Porter Gage - Fallout 4 (Nuka-World DLC)

Porter Gage x Sole Survivor, partners, a hint of romance

Gage gets hurt while he and SoSu attempt to clear out the Bottling Plant. After they get back to Nuka-Town, SoSu patches him up.

TW/CW: Blood, injury, stitching, alcohol consumption, violence.

Word Count: 2.5+ K

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In the Bottling Plant, the mutated Mirelurks, or Nukalurks, had put up far more of a fight than either you or Gage had expected. The confined areas and all the fucking eggs hatching made things way more complicated. Of course, you knew it was normally difficult but this experience gave the word a whole new meaning.

The only good thing about the Plant was how many Nuka products and Nukalurk meat you had scored.

The bad thing? Gage got hurt, and his armour was, effectively, ruined. The pincers on those damned things were really fucking strong. Though his armour was generally pretty shitty in the first place, so it was only a matter of time before it fell apart.

Now, the two of you were heading back to Nuka-Town U.S.A, your bounty but also an injured Gage in tow.

"Y'alright, Gage?" You asked as they walked back to Fizztop.

Well, you walked; Gage was limping a few paces behind.

Said dumbarse grunted his reply, holding his side to stem any more blood flow. He carried his, now useless, armour on his back, gun dangling from his free hand, swaying with each laboured step.

You looked over at him for a moment and cringed.

It looked bad, really bad.

Blood soaked through his shirt, staining the light green tank top a muted greenish brown wherever it spread. The shirt was not coming back from this, no matter what Gage might insist. Even if you could get the blood out, you would probably have to cut open the tank top to get to his wound. Something that you're already dreading having to bring up almost as much as actually having to tend to the wound.

But despite this, you knew you had to wait until you were back at Fizztop before patching him up. Gage always threw a fit if there was even a mere chance he'd get seen getting fixed up by the big, bad Overboss like some baby. He was better left alone for now. But, as soon as the two of you were back in the safety and isolation of the Fizztop Grille, you didn't care how much he fought or complained. You were going to patch him up even if you had to knock him out to do so.

And hopefully, between then and now, you would both calm down. You silently prayed the cool air up the mountain would do so as it was always something you personally loved. It always felt good on your skin unless it was hot as balls, and not even the faux mountain could avoid it. But the night air had a decent chill that you wished would help you relax. After all, you really didn't need to be freaking out while fixing him up. You also didn't want Gage being pissy while you were doing so.

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Despite your hopes, even the calming cool air wasn't enough to stop you from worrying over your friend's health. After all, this had been your fault.

You had been the one to suggest going to the Bottling Plant next instead of resting up. You had used up all the stims. You had been the one who didn't pack enough meds. Fuck's sake, you weren't even paying enough attention to what was going on around you, and he had to save your arse.

You did this.

You did this to him.

It was your fucking fault.

As you both rode the yellow elevator up, you couldn't help but look over at Gage. Anxiety filled your veins as you thought of all the possible ways he could die from his wound; bleeding out, infection, internal damage, etc, etc.