The Great War

={Chapter 33: Jealousy}=

={WARNING: CUSSING, SLIGHT FLUFF, DOUBTS OF LOYALTY AND JEALOUSY}=

Golden, Molten, Bryan and Otso walked into the house, Golden excused himself for a moment to go grab something that could fix up Molten's wounds, while Bryan, Molten and Otso sat down on the three-person couch, with Bryan sitting in the middle. "Do you want to pull those out yourself? Or would you like me or Golden to?" Bryan asked with a worried tone as he stared at the arrows that were still lodged in Molten's neck and shoulder. "You know the answer to that," Molten grumbled as he slightly rubbed around the arrows, flinching as he did so. "Stop messing with them," Bryan scolded with a worried yet stern tone, swatting Molten's hand away from the wounds and earning a huff from Molten. "So, Otso, why are you so far from the kingdom?" Bryan asked with a curious tone as he looked over to Otso, who slightly flinched at the question. "I-, uh, may or may not have refused to believe what Jon was saying, and went to find you," Otso replied sheepishly with an awkward smile, rubbing the back of his neck. "Wha-, how long have you been looking for me?!" Bryan asked in response with a curious and concerned tone, leaning a bit closer to Otso worriedly, Molten had to fight back a growl at Bryan's action. "Almost a week now," Otso mumbled, looking away with an awkward tone. "Are you allowed back in the kingdom?" Bryan asked, concern masking his gaze, and Molten hated it, he understood that Otso was Bryan's friend, but the guy had just shot him, plus, he had to admit, he was a bit jealous that Bryan was so worried about the guy, so Molten fought back another growl and looked away, not wanting to watch the two's interactions. "Oh yea! I left of my own choice, I'm just worried about someone rubbing it in my face that Jon was telling the truth," Otso replied with a slight wave of his hand and a reassuring smile, waving off Bryan's concern a bit. Otso and Bryan continued to talk, until Golden came back into the room, carrying a med kit and a few tools. "Hm, the arrows look pretty deep," Golden stated as he walked over and stood next to Molten, bending down a bit as he closely examined the wounds. "Yea-, sorry-, they're steel tipped arrows," Otso stated with a nervous smile and an apologetic tone, and Molten couldn't help but glare at the human for a moment. "Will someone get me a cup of water and a few paper towels?" Golden asked as he moved in front of the couch, sitting on the coffee table as he faced Molten. "Sure, it's the least I can do," Otso stated in response quickly before hopping up and glancing around for a moment before he saw the kitchen, walking away. "What for?" Bryan asked with a worried tone as he glanced from Golden to Molten's wounds and back. "It's just to clean off the oil around the wound, so I can get a better view on the damage," Golden stated with a reassuring tone, staring at Molten's wounds, seemingly already trying to analyze the damage.

A loud thump was heard from the kitchen, and then a grunt, before Otso fell to the floor right outside the kitchen doorway onto his chest, and SpringTrap quickly appeared in the doorway behind Otso, pointing a butcher knife down at the man on the floor. "Who the hell is this?" SpringTrap asked harshly with a confused tone, glancing at everyone in the room. "Stop acting like a guard dog, leave him alone. Get me a cup of water and a few paper towels," Golden stated in response with a bored tone and a roll of his eyes, SpringTrap hesitated for a moment in confusion, before walking back into the kitchen. "Sorry about him, he's-, protective, to say the least," Golden stated apologetically towards Otso as he slowly stood and came back to the couch. "It's fine," Otso replied with a nervous smile as he sat back down and rubbed his arm a bit, Bryan placed a hand on Otso's shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile, and Golden let out an amused huff as he caught sight of the glare Molten was giving Otso, neither Otso nor Bryan noticing. "So, who's this guy and what happened to you?" SpringTrap asked as he walked into the living room, holding a cup of water and a roll of paper towels, looking at Otso and then at Molten. "This is Otso, he's an old friend who came looking for me, and Otso shot Molten because he thought Molten was a threat," Bryan explained with a worried tone as he glanced over at Molten. "Hm, love how you've just become a hotel," SpringTrap stated as he looked down at Golden as he moved to stand next to Golden, Golden didn't respond, just glared up at SpringTrap for a short moment. "Alright, do you want to pull out the arrows yourself?" Golden asked with a curious tone as he slightly tilted his head at Molten. "No, I'd rather Bryan do it, no offense," Molten replied with a quiet tone as he glanced over at Bryan. "None taken, I wouldn't let anyone pull an arrow out of me other than Spring, I get it," Golden replied with a friendly nod and smile, pointing up at SpringTrap for a moment. "Tell me if I hurt you too much," Bryan stated with a soft and worried tone as he turned his upper body a bit towards Molten. Molten nodded before Bryan slowly and gently wrapped his hand around the arrow in Molten's shoulder, Bryan waited about three seconds before quickly pulling out the arrow, and Molten let out a slight hiss at the pain. "Sorry, sorry! I-I had to," Bryan stated quickly as he apologized with a worried tone, placing the arrow on the coffee table and placing his hands on Molten's arm. "I know, you're fine, hurry up and get the other one over with," Molten muttered with a grunt as he slightly moved his head to give Bryan a better view of the arrow in his neck. Bryan nodded with a worried expression and grabbed the arrow in Molten's neck, yet again waiting a good three seconds before pulling out the arrow in one, swift movement, earning another hiss from Molten. "Alright, lean forward a bit," Golden instructed as he scooted forward on the coffee table, wetting a paper towel with water and beginning to rub off the oil from Molten's wounds.