It Doesn't Matter (Prompto Argentum x Reader)

5

We reach a cave up on top of a small hill. It's hidden relatively well. This must be were Prompto's been staying the fast few weeks, or days... I haven't a clue. Who knows what he's been doing all this time. Though, I remind myself  that now I've found him, I can finally ask him the rolling snowball of questions in my head. The snowmobile comes to a stop and Prompto immediately jumps off.

"Are you okay?! Let me see it!" he exclaims frantically as he gently yet hurriedly checks over my arm. While we were speeding away form the MTs, one of the millions of bullets they shot managed to hit my arm. It's all numb and has a light sting to it. For the rest of the way, I had to grasp onto him with my good arm. Let's just say the ride was less than comfortable the rest of the way up here.

"I'm okay," I reassure him, "It's just a little sore."

"Come on! We gotta get it treated fast," he says, clearly not listening to a single word I'm saying. I'm pretty sure he's not even listening to himself...

I get off the vehicle and hold my forearm with my opposite hand. Even though it's a flesh wound, it feels as if the bullet is in my arm. Prompto guides me into the cave and sets me down near a small fire-pit. I can see that the most recent fire died out not too long ago.

"Here, give me your bag," Prompto says behind me, lightly tugging at my backpack. I completely forgot I even had it. "Careful..." he warns as he slowly starts to slide the straps down my arms. Unfortunately, I made the straps a little tighter than I should have, causing the strap on my shot limb to roughly graze the wound through my freezing jacket.

"Ow! Ow! OW!!" I exclaim in pain. Prompto immediately stops what he's doing and I can feel him tense up.

"Ah! Sorry! Sorry! Are you okay?!" His tone is rushed and worried.

"Ngh... It's fine. Just hurry up and get it off. The slower you do it, the more it'll hurt."

"But, if I do it too quickly, it could make it worse."

"Prompto, please..." Jeez, I sound like a begging wife with those words. I hear him sigh.

"Okay. Ready?"

"Yeah." I close my eyes and brace myself for the oncoming pain. Even though I did, the overwhelming shock of sensation comes to me almost unexpectedly as the rough strap skids on my wound in lightning speed. I hiss loudly, trying not to display to Prompto that it hurt so much, even though it really, really did. I don't want him to worry about me too much; but, then again, that's kinda inevitable given the state I'm in at the moment.

"You alright?" Prompto asks over my shoulder. I turn my head to the side and peer into his face, which is mere centimeters from mine. I fight back a blush as I nod to answer him. His brows are practically knitted together as his looks straight into my eyes. Even though it's dark inside the cave, the light illuminating from the snow outside reflects on Prompto's face, allowing me to see it. It's a very, very rare sight to see Prompto frowning. He usually has either his normal, monotone expression, or his happy one. Right now, I see neither. Just a serious, concerned, and stressed face. I want to make that smile come back again so badly, but I just can't think of anything that will. The only thing people find funny coming from me are cheesing, sarcastic jokes and right now is certainly not the time for that. I guess I'm gonna have to deal with seeing that expression for now. Hopefully it's only gonna be temporary.

Prompto proceeds to open the zipper and rummage through my bag. Soon, he finds the small first-aid kit I packed and gets out the necessary supplies. Without saying anything, I peel the sleeve off my arm and as I look at the injury, I'm left speechless. It's bigger than I thought it was. Practically, my entire tricep is cut and looks pretty deep, but not to the bone. Only a minimal amount of blood is leaking out and is manageable. Damn... I've never been hurt this badly in my life. I'm surprised that I'm holding up as good as I am, even though the whole arm throbs with pain.