Todays prompt is Injury! Enjoy!!
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''Stop moving around so much!''
Samir complained as Meindert kept shifting, annoyed and hissing through his teeth any time the alcohol made contact with the wound on his skin. It's not like he was here willingly, having been dragged along to this 'medical emergency' after getting a simple stab wound in the leg, one that would probably close in about a week, maybe a month with some bad luck.
He grumbled as the other grabbed another cotton swab to try and dap away at the bleeding gash, pushing Samirs hand away.
''It really just isn't needed. Look at me, I'm completely fine, normal and a healthy young man.''
''Meindert, you are trauma, wounded and have too many scars to count. So sit still so you won't get another one.''
The taller male let out a gasp at the comment, feigning hurt as he grabbed his chest, offended.
''My scars are tomes of victories in battles! Without my scars, people wouldn't even dare to ask what I've survived, they wouldn't have nearly as much interest!''
''...They would hold the same amount of interest. You're the general, they will still ask about your battles considering you lead the damn army! No scars needed! Yea sure they may look cool sometimes, but you already have more than enough! Any more and soon your whole body will be scarred tissue.''
Samir scoffed as Meindert went on about how great his scars and battles were, cleaning the others wound and grabbing the gauze, wrapping up the gash as the other went on and on about this one battle in Fenrir where they defeated a bunch of wolves that were actually human but they couldn't divide them so they got rid of the wolves.
He finished up soon enough, tying in a knot in the white fabric, smiling as he stood back to admire his work.
''There. That wasn't too bad, was it? Now, just keep the wound wrapped, try to keep it clean and replace the gauze after you shower. If that's all done, you most likely won't get another infection and you wont need to return to here unless you somehow get more open flesh. Alright?''
Meindert nodded at that, hopping off of the table and testing the strength of his leg, groaning softly as pain still shot through the flesh. He straightened himself up though, making sure he would look stronger than ever as he picked up his sword and put on his boots and belt. Once he was done he nodded to Samir, happy with the work of the other even if he complained against it.
Samir simply nodded back, telling him to try and stay out of danger for the time being, seeing as the general would be needed much longer than just a week. He sighed as his friend left the tent, cleaning up what was left as he shook his head about what a dumbass the other could be.
