bulletproof [riot×tank]

chapter 8 - caven

Tank:

Riot's voice made me turn around.
He kneeled next to Scorp and pressed one hand on his side and held the hand of the kid with the other.
"What-?" I started and then I saw the small knife lying on the ground.
"Oh... Fuck... Where did the fucking knife come from?"
I stood up and turned to them when the man jumped up and started sprinting.
"HEY" I yelled at him and wanted to run after him.
"Tank!" Riot pulled me back into reality with a jolt.
"He doesn't matter. We have to take care of Scorp"
I looked back and forth between the man and the boy on the ground. Riot was right.
I nodded quickly and ran to them.

"Hey, kid... stay with us, okay? Don't close your eyes" Scorp nodded weakly.
"It's not even that bad guys honestly", he muttered.
I took a deep breath and tried not to panic.
"I'll call an ambulance"
"Tank, we can't. The guy was a cop. He'll be looking for us, and even if he gets arrested for it, we'll come to court for obstruction of police work or God knows what."
"What else are we supposed to do?" I asked aloud (a little too loud) and clenched my hands to a fist.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Don't panic. Come on. Get your shit together.

"I-I don't know. Can you sew stab wounds?"
"Do I look like I've gone through medical school?"
"It was worth a try. Damn it! We-"
"Hey guys..." Scorp whispered so softly that I couldn't understand him at first.
"My... my mum's a nurse... she'll be able to help me"
"She's a nurse? She can do it, for sure?"
He nodded for a moment.
"One hundred percent. My Mom is the black wonder woman. Only without superpowers... But she's a hero, you know what I mean? I love my Mom" He explained and looked like was more unconscious than conscious. "It's not like I wouldn't like Wonder Woman... Gal Gadot is a queen... But my mum is better.... I'm sorry, Ms. Gadot"
Riot looked at me.
"He's lost too much blood. It's more serious than I thought"
I actually had to smile for a second.

Riot fetched his backpack and began to treat the wound for the first few minutes. He disinfected it (very much to Scorpion's grief) and put on a pressure bandage to stop the bleeding.
"Have you gone through medical school?" I asked impressed.
"Nope... That's just what I learned on YouTube"
"Ha, someone should say again that social media doesn't bring anything good with it."
Riot laughed quietly and controlled the bandage one last time.

I raised Scorp carefully afterwards, while Riot took the knife and packed up his stuff.
"We can take my car. That's close by", I explained.
Scorp moaned in pain in my arms and continued to hold his side
"Hold on kid"
Scorp nodded and closed his eyes.
"Hey, Scorp. Stay awake. Where do you live?" I asked and hurried to get us to my car.
He told me where he lived and after the third time I finally understood more than just nonsensical murmur.

Scorpion lived in a nice single-family house and I would have appreciated the neighborhood even more if Scorpion hadn't bled my jacket. ( Yep the bandage was bleeding out)
Riot seemed extremely nervous and rang at the front door. After a short time, a girl opened the door.
"Yes?" she asked and looked at me and Riot suspicious.
"Hey we are-" Riot tried to make a friendly sound but we didn't have time for it.
"Your brother's hurt get your mother" I interrupted him and got a bad look for it.
The girl seemed to notice Scorpio in my arms for the first time and her eyes widened.
"Mom!", she called into the house and opened the door for us.
"Mom, Caven is hurt!"

Caven. That's a nice name.
I kept forgetting that Scorp wasn't really called Scorpion. I was wondering what Riot was really called.

The girl closed the door behind us (pretty bravely to let two strange men into the house...or naively depending on the one).
A woman came running towards us. She seemed surprised, but only looked at us very briefly.
"You're Riot and Tank, I suppose?"
Riot nodded.
"Yes Ma'am"
"Caven told me about you.
What... oh my God"
She looked down at her boy and got big eyes.
"On the couch now!" she ordered and pointed into the living room.
I carefully put Scorpion down there and stepped back so I wouldn't get in the way.
The girl, who was perhaps eleven or younger, came to her mother with a small bag. She started to take off the bandage and examine the wound. She spoke quietly and gently to Scorpion. Her voice trembled, which was the only sign that she was afraid.