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Bingo Spam part 2! 1/5
Title: Not That Bad
Prompt: Injury
Rating: PG
Content Note/Warnings: Blood.
“It’s not that bad.”
He stared at her incredulous. Blood pooled under her hand, pouring bright red over her fingers and dripping down her side. His hands worked to stop the bleeding on her leg.
“Really, it’s not that bad.”
Who was she trying to reassure? Him or herself?
Rak opted not to say anything. Instead, he pursed his lips and just tried to keep more blood in her body than out. “Hold here.” He ordered, slapping her unoccupied hand over a heavy pad on her thigh. Luckily, the artery remained intact. If that had been hit, he doubted he’d still be talking to her.
“C’mon, Rak. It’s not that bad.”
He gave her a dirty look and began trying to stem the bleeding wound on her side. Her fingers, blood caked and stained, pulled away from the wound, exposing the deep knife wound where the blade had entered.
“Rak?”
He ignored her again. This had been a damned fool idea.
Just the two of them, taking on an entire horde of whatever those creatures had been. They’d looked like some bard’s idea of a half-troll, half-goblin, half-dwarf thing that had never seen the light of day.
And yes, he realized that was three halves. The things had been that ugly.
Just the two of them. Him a decent healer and archer, her a trained knight. And they’d marched into the cave just like they might have marched into their favorite tavern.
Had he mentioned this had been a damned fool idea?
“Rak, say something, please.”
He finally looked up at her. Bright gold eyes looked back at him. Blood matted her beautiful purple hair to her head. Any other time, he might have been stunned by her delicate features and olive skin.
Now, he was just irritated.
“Shut up and let me work, Kella.” He snapped at her, gently easing the edges of her wound together. Out came the catgut, and the whiskey. He poured the whiskey on the wound – instead of down her throat as he was sure she’d prefer – and began stitching.
He ignored her swearing about how much it hurt. It wouldn’t hurt if she hadn’t had a Great Idea, now would it?
After he tied off the stitches, Rak sat back and checked the wound on her arm. “Is that a bite mark?” Rak looked up at her.
At least she had the grace to look sheepish. “Maybe?” Kella couldn’t look him in the eye.
Rak ground his teeth together and bent to see what he could do. “Next time you get a great idea, Kella? Call your brother.”
“But you love my ideas!” Kella protested.
He gave her another dirty look. No, he didn’t. He usually just went along with them to keep her from getting herself killed. Sometimes, it actually worked.
Like this time.
… Well, mostly.
He just huffed out a sigh and continued bandaging the woman currently trying to bleed all over the floor of the cave in front of him.
Prompt: Injury
Rating: PG
Content Note/Warnings: Blood.
“It’s not that bad.”
He stared at her incredulous. Blood pooled under her hand, pouring bright red over her fingers and dripping down her side. His hands worked to stop the bleeding on her leg.
“Really, it’s not that bad.”
Who was she trying to reassure? Him or herself?
Rak opted not to say anything. Instead, he pursed his lips and just tried to keep more blood in her body than out. “Hold here.” He ordered, slapping her unoccupied hand over a heavy pad on her thigh. Luckily, the artery remained intact. If that had been hit, he doubted he’d still be talking to her.
“C’mon, Rak. It’s not that bad.”
He gave her a dirty look and began trying to stem the bleeding wound on her side. Her fingers, blood caked and stained, pulled away from the wound, exposing the deep knife wound where the blade had entered.
“Rak?”
He ignored her again. This had been a damned fool idea.
Just the two of them, taking on an entire horde of whatever those creatures had been. They’d looked like some bard’s idea of a half-troll, half-goblin, half-dwarf thing that had never seen the light of day.
And yes, he realized that was three halves. The things had been that ugly.
Just the two of them. Him a decent healer and archer, her a trained knight. And they’d marched into the cave just like they might have marched into their favorite tavern.
Had he mentioned this had been a damned fool idea?
“Rak, say something, please.”
He finally looked up at her. Bright gold eyes looked back at him. Blood matted her beautiful purple hair to her head. Any other time, he might have been stunned by her delicate features and olive skin.
Now, he was just irritated.
“Shut up and let me work, Kella.” He snapped at her, gently easing the edges of her wound together. Out came the catgut, and the whiskey. He poured the whiskey on the wound – instead of down her throat as he was sure she’d prefer – and began stitching.
He ignored her swearing about how much it hurt. It wouldn’t hurt if she hadn’t had a Great Idea, now would it?
After he tied off the stitches, Rak sat back and checked the wound on her arm. “Is that a bite mark?” Rak looked up at her.
At least she had the grace to look sheepish. “Maybe?” Kella couldn’t look him in the eye.
Rak ground his teeth together and bent to see what he could do. “Next time you get a great idea, Kella? Call your brother.”
“But you love my ideas!” Kella protested.
He gave her another dirty look. No, he didn’t. He usually just went along with them to keep her from getting herself killed. Sometimes, it actually worked.
Like this time.
… Well, mostly.
He just huffed out a sigh and continued bandaging the woman currently trying to bleed all over the floor of the cave in front of him.