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Stefan - I was worried about you (part 2)

When the noises died down and the Union withdrew, Stefan was still crying openly on the battlefield. Mezzanotte wasn't there anymore. It was just him and his cries and dead people.

"HELLO?!" Someone yelled. It wasn't Damon. It wasn't his voice. "IF ANYONE IS ALIVE PLEASE MOVE!"

Stefan slowly rolled over. The yelling man saw this. He saw that Stefan was practically a child. He saw that Stefan wasn't wearing a uniform. Then he ran back to the tents. Stefan could hear people yelling, then someone was running towards him. His sight was a little blurry, but he was certain that it was Damon.

"Stefan!" Damon yelled, as he sprung over the dead bodies. "Stefan! What are you doing, you idiot?! You're so stupid, Stefan!"

Damon finally reached Stefan and picked him up. Stefan cried openly as his arm was moved painfully. Damon gasped as he saw the blood soaked sleeve. He walked back with a certain speed to his steps and he entered his tent. Both his tent roomies stared at him.

"Henry, put a pillow on the ground!" Damon ordered and Henry did so.

"Who is that?" Henry asked.

"That's my stupid ass little brother." Damon said angrily and lowered Stefan onto the ground.

"I need a knife," Damon said and when Henry handed him one. Damon cut off Stefan's sleeves and looked at Carl, his other roomie.

"Is the doctor available?" He asked, and Carl shook his head. Said that someone was getting their leg amputated. Damon took a shaky breath.

"I need a blanket, gaze, a lighter, a cloth, water and alcohol."

Henry and Carl both jumped into action, finding all the supplies that Damon asked for. Damon started stroking Stefan's hair. Panic would not help Stefan. Soon Henry and Carl came back and they had brought another person along. A man with no hands. It was the Doctor assistant, Charles.

"Charles can talk you through it," Carl said, sitting on the ground next to Damon along with Henry and Charles. Charles leant over Stefan's head to get in touch with him.

"Hello Mister. What's your name?" Charles asked. Stefan didn't answer and Charles repeated the question.

"St-Stefan..." Stefan stuttered. Charles nodded.

"The child is dehydrated. Carl, you need to help him drink. He has also lost a big amount of blood, but let's see if we can help that. He's not very responsive which is a sign that we have to take seriously. Damon?" Charles said making Damon look at him. "He's got a 30 percent chance."

Damon nodded a little and Charles started commanding. He told Henry to raise Stefan's injured arm, which made Stefan cry out in pain. Carl shushed him.

"Don't," Charles said. "Letting him cry and scream is good. We need him to respond to the pain in order to keep him alive. Just track his breathing and his blood circulation."

Charles then instructed Damon in how to remove the bullet. First wash the knife. Then heat with the lighter. Henry tightened his holds on Stefan's arm and Charles pressed his knees onto Stefan's chest to keep him from struggling. Damon's hands were shaking.

"Damon," Charles said and caught Damon's attention. "You can do this. He's gonna be in pain, but he won't hold it against you. Take a deep breath, calm yourself and then work gently."

Damon nodded and took a deep breath. Then he used his fingers and the knife to dig out the bullet from Stefan's arm. Stefan screamed so loud that the entire camp could hear it, he twisted and jerked around, trying to escape the pain. Damon's eyes clouded with tears and they ran down his cheeks. He finally got the bullet out.

"I can't do this anymore, Charles. I can't keep hurting him." Damon sobbed.

"This was the worst part," Charles said. "He would have been dead by now if you hadn't done that, Damon. If anyone is gonna save his life, then it has to be you. Now, collect yourself. Breathe. Then flush the wound with alcohol and put pressure on it."

Damon nodded and flushed the wound with the vodka that Henry had found. Stefan choked out some cries, but didn't scream. Then Damon put pressure on the wound and Stefan whimpered.

"Carl, check for response." Charles said.

"What's your name and who is your brother?" Carl asked Stefan.

"I'm Stefan and my brother is Damon," Stefan whispered while shaking.