Uncharted Imagines/Shorts'

07 (Harry Flynn) Injured

Nathan is your half brother, you've only known him for around three years and it's been rough adapting to your new life. After dropping out of medical school you help him and others plan their adventures, making all the phone calls and arrangements. Nathan arrives home all of a sudden with an injured stranger.

I had just settled down on the couch when the front door flew open, it makes my heart stop for a second until I hear the familiar voice of my brother shouting my name. It takes me a few seconds to leave the living room and stumble into the hall, sprawled out on the floor are two bodies and a growing puddle of blood.

Nathan is dragging a man further into the hall, he's out of breath and exhaustion is clear on his face as I crouch beside him. "Nate, close the door before someone see's this mess." I say firmly and he nods gasping as he moves to slam the door, it seems as though his friend has gotten into fight because his face is littered with bruises and small cuts but the main problem is on his chest as the shirt is torn. I don't dare touch the wound without gloves.

"He passed out on the way here" Nathan tells me after a long silence.

"I need my kit and towels" I tell him as I pull my hair back into a pony tail and roll the sleeves of my shirt up, he doesn't move and I stare at him for a moment before snapping "Nathan!" he is on his feet a few seconds later rushing further down the hall.

He's distracted and I watch him from the corner of my eye as he pulls towels from the cupboard, dropping them to the floor and struggling to pick them up without dropping more he mutters a few words under his breath. It takes him longer than needed but he returns to my side with crumpled towels gathered in one hand and my kit held in the other.

"Get some towels under him" I order flipping open the lid of the box filled with medical utensils and digging through for a pair of gloves. Nathan handles his friend with care in silence, gently pushing the towels under his body and they soak up the blood pooling on the floor around him. I pull on a pair of latex gloves as I speak "what the hell happened?" I ask.

Nathan slumps against the door covered in blood. "Ah, our plan didn't work we got caught" he admits and I sigh peeling away the shirt where it's torn to see the wound "they know who you are and will come looking for you..." I say.

"I killed the guards who found us, no one knows." Nathan replies and he gulps, staying silent I focus on the wound and as I pull the shirt from the bloody sticky skin, my eyes grow wide seeing the cut across the mans chest. It's covered in thick red blood, it looks like an injury even I can't fix and in my head I know he needs real doctors.

"Uh, he needs to go to the hospital..." I admit after a few moments of thinking.

Nathan blinks at me "come on, you know we can't" he mutters.

"I don't know if I can help him, this is serious." I say firmly.

He rubs his chin smearing blood on it but I don't bother telling him, he'll probably be covered in more. "Clean him up and see how bad it is, please" he breathes at me and I see he just wants his friend to be okay. I nod not needing to say anything and turn back to my kit for a pair of scissors but unable to find them huff in annoyance.

"You have a knife?" I ask him hoping he carried one with him.

Nathan pats his jeans frantically before searching his friend, he finds one in it's sheath attached to his belt. I take it from him and proceed to rip the shirt down the middle, the red stained skin underneath will take a while to clean and I'm gentle in removing the fabric from the wounded section. I hand the knife back over and start taking the situation more seriously, after taking a deep breath I look up to my brother. "I need two bowls of water and a cloth"asking him this he quickly leaves heading for the kitchen, upon his return I soak the cloth in the first bowl, wring it out and then press it to the man's exposed chest.