TFIL: One Shots of Joy

#Solby : Lost

They were running. Sam had just about lost his head a good three times to tree branches. He had to keep up.

He couldn't lose sight of his three best friends in front of him.

Within seconds, he watched as one by one, more and more chopped trees came into sight and flooded the forest.

They only had half a mile to run until they could reach the road and their car.

Sam wasn't sure what hurt on his body anymore.

There were burning sensations on his exposed arms from the whipping tree branches, he had a sprained ankle from hopping out the two-story window from a satanic ritual murderer, and his neck still had a single, tiny shard of glass from the window.

He was definitely bleeding, it felt like there was liquid dripping from every injured, burning, stinging location on his body.

There was huffing behind him, followed by a gunshot that leads to nowhere.

He was beginning to feel as if in a loop, but he kept going, his eyes trained on Colby's back.

"C-Colby!"

The world felt weird suddenly; the air was colder, the branches hurt a little less compared to the injuries gathering on his body already.

All of a sudden, he'd lost the small camera from his left hand and when he panicked, he missed a tree trunk.

With a shocked yelp of pain, he fell to his knees.

Someone was pulling on his hoodie but he couldn't move.

They wrapped their arms around his shoulders and hoisted him up onto their shoulder.

He could vaguely see the murderer slow to a stop and let out an angered, cray scream.

The person carrying him was breathless, losing stamina faster and faster the more ground they traveled.

Sam almost told the person to stop and save themselves.

But, the tree line came into sight behind them and he paused to glance at the chopped trunks they were leaving behind.

He felt his head go dizzy and fought to stay away.

Before long, he was set against the hood of the car. Dazed and injured, Sam allowed the person to inspect his injuries.

To his examination, it was Colby tearing open his button up shirt and lifting his pant leg.

Colby was breathless, confused, and utterly shocked.

He groaned at the sight of blood trailing down Sam's collarbone.

"Elton, Where's the first aid kit?!"

"Is he okay?" Corey felt the panic bubble in his throat.

Elton slammed the kit next to Sam, accidentally startling the man back awake.

Sam jolted up and screamed at the pain he caused, a hand flying to his neck and the other slamming on the hood to reduce the amount of pain from his muscles contracting in his neck and moving the glass shard more.

Colby laid him back and hushed him, "Calm down, calm down, it's gonna be alright. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit..."

Elton tried not to laugh at his panicked cursing and set himself to work, placing a nice ice cold rag on Sam's forehead to keep him awake.

Corey handed them the things they needed, watching with pure worry and concern as  Colby pulled the glass from his friend's neck and placed peroxide on the wound.

Sam tried not to scream, resisting the urge to grip at his neck and squeeze to stop the bubbling pain.

Colby placed his hand in Sam's grip, the motion almost taken as romantic if the scenario was less serious.

Sam clenched his teeth as a bandage was placed on his neck, "We should still take him to the hospital to get it checked..."

Sam couldn't move his neck, simply saying a mumbled, pain-filled, "Yeah..."

Corey headed to the back of the car and laid out a blanket.

Elton went to the driver's seat and started the ignition as Colby rinsed the other cuts and scrapes with peroxide and antibiotic cream.

Sam whimpered and sat up slowly from the hood, watching Colby lean over to clean his wrists and arms, and discarded the ice cold rag into the first aid kit.

With each cut, Colby spent a moment to kiss the noninjured side of his hand, his palm, to help ease the discomfort and pain.

Colby took his hand that was intertwined with Sam's and finished cleaning and bandaging a few of the huge cuts.

Sam was below whimpering and crying by now, sniffling every so often as he sat up gradually.

Colby grabbed both of Sam's hands and placed a kiss on each palm before grinning at his friend, "All better?"

Sam nodded and wrapped his arms around his friend's neck, hugging him as if his life depended on it.

Colby hugged back just as hard, a smile playing his lips as his hands moved to Sam's thighs.

He picked the other up with a grunt and shuffled to the car door, the other slowly falling asleep with his warmth.

He laid him out in the back and closed the door, traveling to the other side. On the way, he shoved the first aid kit back into the trunk of the car.

As he sat down, he pulled Sam's head on top of his lap and sighed softly, the male had fallen asleep.

"Let's go."

Sorry for the abundance in Solby but I'm actually out of ideas for Brolby?? Plus I suck at characterizing Brennen I've realized... Hopefully, I'll get better for you Brolby lovers, but until then, I'll be rewarding or cursing the Solby fans lmao

Also, should I actually write about Corey x the others?? I mean, I will but only if people will actually read them. I noticed Eltorey is pretty popular.