Author's note: Part 45/??
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Black and Sean lead him towards a small group of trees further away from the crash site. White spotted Gram pacing from side to side. He was far from calm, and White could tell why. Yok was leaning against the tree trunk, face pale. His shirt was soaked with blood from the previous injury. Dan sat beside him, trying to stop the fabric from sticking to Yok's skin. The action was useless, but White understood the older man just wanted to do something.
Gumpa was on the other side, looking through the medical bag, picking up some transparent plastic packs, examining them and putting it back later. The action could be hilarious if the situation weren't this serious. White scanned his friends from head to toe, assessing their medical condition. At first glance, they didn't seem seriously injured, only some scratches and bruises, though he would check later.
"We are here," Sean announced, drawing the gang's attention.
"White, are you alright?" Gumpa asked, walking towards them.
"I am fine, just dislocated shoulder and bump." He pointed at his forehead.
"Only dislocated shoulder?" Black growled.
"It's back in the place, now." White dismissed his brother's comment, wriggling out of his grip and walking to Yok.
"P'Yok, P'Dan, how are you feeling?" White kneeled in front of the two.
"I am good. But Yok." Dan's voice quivered.
"P'Yok? Can you hear me?" White gently patted Yok's pale cheek. The man blinked at him tiredly, but he still had enough strength to smile at him.
"I am all ears."
"Can you tell me where it hurts?"
"Shoulder." Yok croaked out. White nodded and looked at Dan.
"Help me turn him around." He asked.
"I need a beg too," White added, knowing someone would bring it to him.
"Here." Gumpa put the bag near White.
"Thank you." White took the glove, blinking at it.
"Give it to me." Black ripped it out of his hand, helping him to put it on. For the past few days, Black acted like a capable nurse. His brother was skilled, even though he didn't want to admit it.
"Let's see." White turned to Yok with gauze and disinfection. He gently cleaned the area of the blood, scanning the injury. A few of the stitches burst, cracking part of the skin underneath. It wasn't severe, and that was a relief.
"A few stitches burst, tearing the skin. It's not bad. The blood isn't coming out anymore." White announced, smiling. The group's sigh of relief made him chuckle.
"P'Black will bandage it for now, and I will redo the stitches later." White declared. It was almost funny that no one protested, not even his big brother.
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OffGun June Collection of Drabbles 2023
Fanfiction✅ COMPLETED A collection of drabbles and short stories with OffGun and their various ships.
