Run Away [TF2XREADER]

Chapter 38- Bit of an Explanation

Groaning, you blinked as you felt someone shaking you, a muffled voice trying to get your attention. Slowly opening your eyes, you blinked, mumbling curses as you tried to focus. You were sitting on the ground against the counter, Scout shaking you awake while he held a cloth to your neck, a concerned and scared expression on his face as you squinted up at him. "Y/N?! Kid?!" Noticing you were awake, he let out a relieved breath of air. "Thank god, you're alive." You gave him a confused expression as he hung his head, relief filling his system. "I thought you died for a sec there, heh." Your expression softened as you lightly punched him in the shoulder. "Hey, come one Scout, I wouldn't die on you like that." He looked up at you with a grateful smile. "Glad to hear that, but- uh..." His expression changed to a mix of confusion and a worried sort of amazement. "What the hell was that?!" Your expression blanked as you quickly remembered what had happened. Letting out awkward laughs, you scratched the back of your head as you looked off to the side. "So... uh- hehe- can it wait until we get to a stop? Because I'd really rather explain it while everyone can hear. Don't want to have to explain it more than once, you know?" Scout let out a sigh and shrugged. "Yeah, I guess I get that." His eyes widened as he remembered something important, anxiousness lacing his features. "Also, that neck wound of yours..." You blinked, having nearly forgotten about how you got shot in the neck. You muttered an "oh shit" as you clamped your hand over the cloth and Scout's hand, applying pressure to your neck wound. You hissed as this action made the wound sting worse, but you knew some pain would be better than bleeding everywhere. Scout pried his hand out from underneath yours, holding his hands out in front of him as if he didn't know where to put them. Scout grimaced, looking a little disappointed that he didn't know what to do or how he could help you. He wasn't Medic. "Er- do ya need anything?" You bit your lip as you breathed steadily, keeping the pressure of your hand applied to your neck as you thought for a moment. "Do you- could you find a mirror?" He nodded and got to his feet in an instant, wanting to do what he could to help you. Opening and closing the drawers and cabinets around the camper harshly, he searched until he found a small mirror, which he immediately brought to you. Thanking him, you held it up so that you could see your neck as you carefully took the cloth away from your throat. Peeking through and taking a good look at the wound, you took note of the fact that it's bleeding had slowed a considerable amount, but was still leaking a decent amount of crimson. You swallowed, hoping that the wound wouldn't require stitching. Nodding, you put the mirror down and pressed the cloth back down onto the wound. "Well, the bleeding slowed down a lot, so that's good. Uh..." Scout waited for you to continue, anticipation ridden within his expression. "I'm going to keep the pressure applied for about 10 minutes, and if the bleeding still hasn't stopped, then I might... need... stitches..." You winced as you said this, not excited about possibly needing to get your neck stitched up. Scout winced as well, sympathetic about your situation. "Ouch- yeah, let's hope it stops bleedin'" He let out a nervous chuckle, and you did as well, anxious.

Luckily, your neck decided to stop bleeding around eight minutes later, much to yours and Scout's relief. You found some gauze and taped a patch of the stuff to your neck after cleaning the wound with soap and water, not wanting it to get infected. Letting out a breath of air, you slumped into the bench closest to you, finally feeling as if you could relax. Hours passed as you rested when the camper finally came to a stop, the fear of being followed or attacked long gone and being replaced by the anxiety of having to finally confront the mercenaries about your "situation," namely Sniper and Soldier. As the van halted and its engine cooled, being turned off for the night, Sniper and Soldier came into the camper's living space with mixed expressions. Sniper had a mixture of concern and uneasiness within his eyes, along with a hint of an upset, disconcerted storm. Soldier looked confused, but also worried with a hint curiosity mixed in as well. Scout sat across from you, eyeing the men that had just walked into the room with anticipation, as did you. Sniper didn't know where to start with you, so he simply let out a sigh as he crossed his arms. "Alroight, Y/N, I think it's best you start from the beginning." Sniper's tone had a hint of anger to it, and the fact that Sniper called you by name instead of the nickname made you even tenser than before. Letting out an anxious breath, you nodded.