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Medwhump May 2024

Day 22 - Sirens / Needles

TW: needles, amateur handling a needle

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Ever since taking Erick in, Fetch would often teach him some new things. Things he considered important skills, however questionable. Some made sense, like simple car maintenance, building a fire and foraging for food. You never knew when you had to hide out in the middle of nowhere after all. Other skills were...a little more odd and weirdly specific, like hot-wiring cars, preparing coolers for organ transport, and how to clean blood out of anything.

Today, however, the lesson included needles.

"Why do I have to learn this?" Erick asked, looking through the plastic-wrapped supplies Fetch had handed him.

"Because being able to administer medication or fluids is literally life-saving and I may not always be around to do it," Fetch said, "God forbid I'd be the one needing it."

"Thanks for the trust?" Erick slowly said.

"Don't worry, we'll start with something simple, like intramuscular," Fetch said, "and before that the basics of course, like cleaning the site and how to open the wrapping without contaminating the materials."

"And then what?" Erick asked, "I get to practice on you?"

"Hell no, I hate needles," Fetch said, "no, you can practice on this guy."

He finally revealed what was behind the curtain in the back of the room, pulling it aside to show a young man tied to a chair. He was slumped over, still unconscious, but he was already blindfolded. Erick blinked, before turning back to Fetch.

"You kidnapped someone?!"

"Did you forget what I do for a living?" Fetch said, "of course I kidnapped someone."

"Yeah, but for this?" Erick said, "or is someone paying you to use him as target practice?"

"Why I have him doesn't matter, but we might as well use him while he's here," Fetch said with a shrug, "anyway, the basics."

He proceeded to show him how to handle the syringes long before the cap even came off, and then explained the different types of injection. All the while, the young man in the chair began stirring more and more.

Erick tried to pay him no mind. He already felt bad enough for him, and he would probably get in trouble himself if he didn't pay enough attention to Fetch's instructions. Though it didn't seem too complicated. The first type of injection he had to learn used a small needle and a muscle was hard to miss honestly.

"And...what am I going to inject him with?" Erick said, "I don't wanna kill someone."

"Relax, it's just a bit of saline solution, it's harmless," Fetch assured him, "unless you somehow manage to mess this up."

"...no pressure," Erick said.

"You got this," Fetch said, smacking a hand on the teen's shoulder.

Erick sighed, carefully approaching the young man with fresh supplies, only for him to suddenly lift his head up and begin pulling against his restraints.

"P-please," he said breathlessly, "please don't hurt me! I-I'll do whatever you ask!"

Erick froze, turning back to Fetch.

"He's awake."

"Yes, and?"

"You want me to...while he's awake?"

"Sometimes you're gonna have an unwilling patient, might as well learn how to deal with that now," Fetch said with a shrug.

Erick sighed, turning back to the hostage and watching him struggle a bit more. He had to get him to calm down, else he could never get it right...

"H-hi," he started, "listen, listen, I know you're scared, but I promise you, you'll be okay."

"W-who are you?!" the young man gasped, pulling away so suddenly he nearly tipped his chair over.

"Easy," Erick gently said, steadying the chair, "take a deep breath."

"D-don't touch me!"

"I'm not touching you, I'm just making sure you don't fall over," Erick said, trying to stay calm, "I-I know you're scared, so just take a deep breath, I promise I won't hurt you. You're safe for now."

The young man whimpered, taking a shaky breath. He didn't feel safe at all, but he didn't want to find out what would happen if he didn't at least try to follow instructions.

"W-what are you going to do to me?" he asked quietly.

"I...have to give you a shot," Erick slowly said, "I can't tell you why, but, I promise it won't hurt much more than at the doctor's. I'll be very careful."

"W-what?"

"I know what it sounds like," Erick said, "and I know you have no reason whatsoever to trust me, but I'm really speaking the truth. Just talk to me, okay? I'll help you through it. What's your name?"

The young man hesitated. Erick didn't blame him. He wouldn't trust the situation either if he were in his shoes. And he had been in his shoes.

"E-Elliott..."

"Okay, Elliott," Erick said, "I'm gonna tell you what I'm going to do so you don't get startled when I do it, okay?"

The young man nodded, still not seeming entirely comfortable, but for now that was good enough for Erick.

"First I'm going to roll up your sleeve, Elliott, and then I'm going to clean a patch with this alcohol wipe. Are you ready, Elliott?"

Erick winced slightly as he caught himself using one of Fetch's tactics to try and get the young man to calm down, but it seemed to work. And if he was calm, he wouldn't get hurt. Erick rolled up Elliott's sleeve, before opening the alcohol wipe. The distinctive scent seemed to fill the room immediately, bu Erick tried to pay it no mind. He just quickly rubbed clean a spot on Elliott's arm before picking up the syringe he'd prepared.

"Okay, just hold still, Elliott," he said, "I promise there's nothing harmful in this."

"B-but why..." Elliott asked, "I-I don't understand, what about the other guy?"

"He's on the other side of the room," Erick said, "I'll be real, Elliott. If I don't do as he says we could both get hurt. That's the only reason I'm doing this, Elliott, and I don't ask any follow-up questions."

Elliott groaned quietly, but nodded, holding still while Erick uncapped the needle.

"Okay, Elliott, here I go..."

He put his hand on his arm to steady him, only to find that his own hand was trembling slightly as he brought the needle closer. He took a deep breath to force himself to relax, before following Fetch's instructions. He pushed the needle in, pressed down on the plunger, and then pulled it back out. Elliott winced, but seemed unharmed otherwise, a single drop of blood beading on the puncture site before slowly dripping down a bit.

"Good job."

Erick jumped as Fetch seemed to suddenly have appeared right behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder before taking the used syringe from him so he could put the cap back on.

"See? Easy-peasy," he said, "now veins are a lot harder..."

"W-we're diving straight into veins?!" Erick asked nervously.

"I gotta bring him back tomorrow, so we better get the most out of him," Fetch said.

"W-wait, what?" Elliott whimpered, "w-what's going on?"

"Shut up," Fetch just said, "get the tape, kid, you can't focus when someone's sobbing in the background."

Erick sighed, turning back to Elliott for a moment before following Fetch's order.

"I'm sorry, Elliott."

Elliott belongs to my friend @overdoseofanimation or CosmicChrysalis on Deviantart. Elliott's story starts here~

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