One-Shots

Prosthetics

WARNING: BLOOD, MEDICAL PROCEDURES, PROFANITY, DISMEMBERMENT, GUILT AND VIOLENCE IS DESCRIBED IN THIS ONE-SHOT.

Wrecker felt awful. He had had a simple task and yet, he failed it. Just like he did with Tech. He didn't need his eyes to know his mistake. As soon as he heard the door close, horror filled his gut. He willed for it not to be as severe as his mind had told him it would be, but it was. He heard the thud, the split second of silence before an inhuman scream filled the air.

Wrecker had yanked the door wider open and punched it to make sure it didn't close again, before watching Crosshair pull Hunter through the door. Crosshair looked in horror at Hunter, who was thrashing around on the ground, blood steadily flowing from where his arm had been.

"Kark!" Crosshair shouted as Wrecker fought to not break down right there and then. "Hang in there Hunter!"

Hunter gave no indication he had heard Crosshair as he whimpered and screamed. Crosshair gently tried to sooth Hunter, but nothing was working.

"What do we do?!" Wrecker asked, yanking the Vibro-Knife from its sheath on Hunter's dismembered arm.

"I don't know, but he'll die from hyperventilation if we don't calm him!" Crosshair said.

"What 'bout blood loss an' shock?!" Wrecker asked, worrying about his dear brother.

"Yes, those will kill him too!" Crosshair snapped as he tried to get Hunter to calm his breathing.

"It's no use. He's in too much pain!" Wrecker cried.

"So help me, you idiot!" Crosshair shouted. "You got him into this mess, get him out!"

Wrecker's face fell. Crosshair was right, but in comparison, Wrecker was a big child. He couldn't lead like Hunter, he couldn't calculate impossible equations, he couldn't shoot from long distances...he was useless. What could he do? Open a door?! Look where that got Hunter!

Crosshair's snappy and snaked voice cut through Wrecker's thoughts. The snark in his voice was mostly, replaced by worry. Wrecker bent down and scooped Hunter's writhing body into his arms.

Wrecker then ran. Faster than he ever had. He was exhausted by the time they got back. His brother's dead weight didn't help. They laid Hunter down on a bunk. Crosshair scurried to call for help, while Wrecker sat vigil at Hunter's side, the Sergeant still screaming in pain.

Crosshair contacted a medical centre nearby and begged them to take Hunter. They eventually accepted and Crosshair ended the call before running towards Wrecker and Hunter. He tried to get Hunter to stop hyperventilating again. He practically then destroyed the ship trying to find a stim to help with the pain, but found none.

The two brothers eventually went back to comforting their injured brother.

———

The ride felt like it went on forever before they landed. But it didn't feel as long as the wait.

Upon arrival, Hunter had been admitted to the facility and had been whisked off to emergency surgery. Wrecker and Crosshair were made to wait outside. It was hours—but it felt like years—later that Hunter was brought out—still asleep from the surgery—and wheeled into a room.

The doctor told the brothers that Hunter would make a full recovery, but they had to wait a week or so before they could give him a prosthetic.

Crosshair and Wrecker nodded and sat next to Hunter's bed and waited.

A few hours later, Hunter awoke. Wrecker squeezed his hand gently and looked like he was about to bawl his eye out.

"Hunter! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to let the door shut. I understand if you can't forgive me! I'm an idiot," Wrecker said, not letting Hunter get a word on.

"Wrecker..." Hunter weakly and quietly spoke. "I forgive you. I know you didn't do it on purpose. It's not your fault, I should've been more careful. You're not an idiot either."

"Thanks Hunter," Wrecker tearfully said.

Hunter weakly smiled, knowing Wrecker only called him 'Hunter' when he was trying to comfort him or needed comfort.

Crosshair hugged Hunter to his surprise. The latter patted the former on the back with his arm.

———

A week later, Hunter was put back in surgery for the prosthetic. When he awoke, he was put under therapy to help him get used to the new limb and to regain his strength. Soon, he was discharged and his life was pretty much back to normal.

On the bright side, it hurt someone a lot more when they were punched by him with that hand.

Hunter chuckled. Good things always come out of bad things.

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