Defector ✗ Bree Davenport

[ 12 ] Bandage on a Broken Bone

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Bandage on a Broken Bone

Bionics (Bree)

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I kept my eyes open, unable to blink as Mr. Davenport pushed my bone back into my arm. He had given me pain killers no less than five minutes ago, but we didn't have any surgical technologies here at the academy. I wouldn't be put under as he shoved my arm back into place, but because I was bionic, I would heel quicker. I bit down hard into my tongue as I kept my emotions under the surface. I had to have seemed emotionally dead as the others watched my operation. But I knew who could be watching. I wasn't just going to sit here with tears streaming down my face as I screamed in pain. I would stay strong, just as Chase would.

"I have him on oxygen." Douglas shook his head as he walked over, waving off towards the table that Adam had been laid down on. The students had been successful in the rescue of my family. Bob and Spin had also made sure that I had been taken to the health center. Douglas let his eyes scan across my arm, currently laying limp in Mr. Davenport's hands. "You sure she doesn't need a bionic infrastructure? I did it to Leo-"

"I know, Douglas." Mr. Davenport huffed before he lifted his own arm to wipe the sweat off his brow. "I gave Leo a bionic leg too, remember?" Mr. Davenport scoffed. "Leo's story was different. His arm was completely shattered beyond repair, not just fractured." Mr. Davenport reached behind him, turning back to me with a long strip of gauze that he quickly wrapped around my arm. "Bree, will be fine. I just got her bone set back into place." He muttered as he wrapped. He pulled it tightly around my arm, the blood already soaking into the gaze as he pulled out a more heavy duty type of bandage. It was in a strip form, the same as the gauze, but this held my arm in place more firmly in comparison. Mr. Davenport expertly placed the end of the bandage, the adhesive keeping the whole thing together before he picked up a sling for me to hang around my neck. "Wear this until I say not to." He whispered as he placed the object over my head.

I nodded as I pushed up from my position of laying on the long table. "No." Douglas stopped me as he held his hand up over my face, prohibiting me from moving any further upward. "You need to stay put. We're not done testing you yet." I nodded numbly as I pushed my arm gently into the sling. I hadn't been looking forward to getting up from my place on the table. I had lost so much blood since I had entered the academy, I could barely remember my own name.

"What other tests do we need to do?" I murmured, watching the confusion take place on the Davenport brother's faces. It would have been hard to hear me before hand, but it was much worse when considering the other four members of my family were involved in the second blast. They were all practically deaf by this point. "I thought you already checked me for a concussion?" I reminded, forcing my voice up an octave. Mr. Davenport nodded as he reached down for a more medical looking flashlight, my question bringing a laugh out of Douglas.

"That was a phone flashlight, Bree." He continued on laughing as he crossed his arms over his chest. "It wasn't a very conclusive way to decide if your head is concussed." I kept my eyes open, following Mr. Davenport's finger accordingly as he held the bright flashlight over my eyes. He shook his head as he flipped of the light, taking a step back from me as Leo made his way into the room.

"You may have a slight concussion, but nothing that's impaired you too bad." Mr. Davenport relayed. I nodded, turning over just a but to look over my younger brother. He had a long scrape across the left side of his forehead, one that looked as though it needed stitches.