The Last Colony

Part 57

Sean dropped down beside War's horse. The horse was panting heavily as Sean started pulling at the red hazmat suit to tear it open enough to see the wound. Upon seeing the cut, Sean held his hand over it and irritated his wound until droplets of blood fell. Mark inched closer, looking over the horse as he said softly. "War's horse... It's not a zombie." Sean pet the horse's white hair to calm him. As the wound healed slowly, Mark began unzipping the suit from the horse in pieces. The horse's hair was missing it places were the suit had rubbed mercilessly against him. He was even a little distressed when the mask came off, allowing him to breathe in deeper. Sean glanced around as the area grew more visible from the rising sun. The clouds were still thick and grey though and as they sat there... It began to rain in light sprinkles. Gesturing to the animals, Sean told Mark. "We've got to get the animals back inside." Mark nodded, wincing as he wounded arm shot a wave of pain through him. Sean touched the skeleton horse, coaxing it out to get the animals.

The skeleton horse began to trot out, herding the animals back to the barn like a sheep dog. Sean cleared the path for them to rush into the barn as the heavy rain started to batter the tin roof. Mark did his best to coax War's horse up and out on the last of its suit. The horse was so distracted with how it could feel the rain on its face, that it made it hard to guide him into the barn. Sean got the sheep into their stall. Then struggled to get the horses into theirs. Finbar was limping, making Argo a bit aggressive to being herded anywhere without him in front of her. Getting them in, Sean checked Finbar's leg, while Mark guided War's horse into an unused stall. Over the rain, Mark asked Sean curiously. "Is he ok?" Sean gave a small shrug but answered with a positive attitude. "I don't know. I don't feel a fracture. He might just have bruised it. Zero should look at him. Or that Amish guy." Mark nodded, groaning as he closed the stall door with one hand. The skeleton horse stood at the doors of the barn, unfazed by the rain falling over it.

Mark was going to ask if they should put him in a stall, when Sean touched his wounded arm. Mark yelped, listening to Sean ask with concern. "Mark? Are you hurt?" Mark pointed to the wound, grumbling out. "War's blade is still in there. It's in deep and it fucking hurts..." Sean tugged at Mark's shirt, helping him take it off. Taking a seat on the floor, Mark braced his back to an empty stall door. Sean touched his wound, mumbling out. "Damn... It's in there pretty deep. Stop moving. You're making it worse." Mark chuckled, touching Sean's cheek with his good hand. Sean looked so scared and worried about him. After everything he saw Sean do, it was cute to think Sean was still... Sean. Sean grabbed his wrist to stop him from touching his cheek, telling him a bit distracted. "I think there is a small medical kit in the storage room. Wait here." Sean held Mark's hand until he got out of range. Sitting still, Mark looked up at the roof. He liked listening to the rain droplets peppering the tin roof. It was calming.

In the distance came a soft rumble of thunder. Mark smirked a bit. This was great for their freshly planted seeds, but he hoped the lightning stayed in the sky. Sean rushed back with a small med kit, grumbling out. "This doesn't have what I need... but I'll make it work." Sean removed a pair of tweezers, rubbing them down with a sterilizing wet cloth. Mark groaned softly. The tweezers were small. This was going to hurt. Sean leaned forward, kissing Mark's lips briefly before telling him regretfully. "I'm sorry..." Mark closed his eyes, clenching his jaw as he uttered out. "Just get it out. I can handle it. I've been through worse." Sean kissed him again, then eased the tweezers in to find the metal. Mark barely felt the tweezers. He felt Sean's fingers holding him more. Until Sean found the blade. Trying to pull it out was murder. Mark tried to stay still, but his legs kept sliding over the floor as the blade was pulled on. Panting between every pull Sean made, Mark held his breath as much as possible. Once it was out enough to grab, Sean told Mark uneasily. "Should I keep going slow?"