Born to be Dauntless

Chapter 23

The nurse guy put the things he collected on the table next to me. He'd gotten: tweezers, a slightly larger tweezers looking thing, clean water, rubbing alcohol, a sterile needle, some antibiotics, a magnifying glass, a tiny flashlight and some clean cloths.

He'd called Mason closer since he had to help, Daryl was already at my side.

"Okay! I can help!" Mason shouted excitedly "What do I do?"

The nurse pushed the flashlight in his hands "You have to shine the light into the wound so that I can see what I'm doing."

Mason looked a bit baffled "Uh.. But there's so much blood..."

I glared at him. "Mason. Not a good time to announce your fear of blood." 

Mason looked at me with a new found determination and shone the light onto my wound. I saw that Daryl wanted to ask how he could help so I stopped him.

"Daryl. I need someone to calm me down. Last time I broke a mirror because of that much pain. And this is gonna hurt." He nodded and kneeled in front of me. "Okay."

"I hear you're familiar with what I'm about to do, so let's start." He'd already washed his hands. He grabbed the cloth and cleaned the wound. It already wasn't a pleasant feeling and I wondered what would be better: to look at Daryl or to look at the wound. Normal people would look at their boyfriend. Secret-not-even-boyfriend-person-thing... I tried that. Daryl was obviously doing his best to keep me calm but the idea of not knowing when the pain would begin freaked me out so I watched the wound again. 

The nurse guy had gotten the large tweezers looking thing and pinched it together. Oh god... He's gonna use that to keep the wound open isn't he? As I expected, he stuck the end in the wound and let it open up. A stinging, burning pain erupted from my arm and I gritted my teeth. I fought the urge to randomly punch something by grabbing the side of the bed and squeezing the life out of it. Daryl should be happy I didn't ask for him to hold my hand.

The nurse guy got ready to use the needle. He hasn't found it yet. I looked at Mason. It was actually quite funny and I actually almost thought about laughing. His face was pure horror. He looked terrified and disgusted at the same time. After my treatment he should probably get checked out, since he looked as white as a sheet.

The doctor used the magnifying glass to search for the object and after waaaay too much time he finally spoke up. "Yes! I found it!" He quickly dropped the needle and got the regular sized tweezers. He dug back into my wound and finally pulled something out.

It hurt like hell. Especially since it was lodged behind something probably my own flesh so he had to twist it a bit. He dropped something covered in blood on a piece of cloth. Mason looked like he was about to throw up. The doctor removed the large tweezers thingies and I turned back to Daryl. He was concerned. I could see it. Why would he be worried? I'm fine. 

The doctor squeezed the wound. Something I didn't know he would do. I looked at Daryl and he immediately began to calm me down by saying random stuff.

"Wha- what are you doing? Shouldn't you like... close the wound? In stead of... doing that?" Mason asked on the verge of passing out.

"You have to let the wound bleed in order to wash out the germs." he answered looking professionally.

"Oh." was Mason's genius answer. He quickly put down the flashlight and turned around. After a few seconds he stumbled his way to a bed and sat down looking dizzy.

"You should check on Mason." I whispered to Daryl.

"He'll be fine."

"So will I."