#tw gunshot wounds

[new-eyes-extra-colors]

Word Game: Stimpak

“Alright,” Nick said, keeping his voice low and comforting. “We’re gonna get this bleeding stopped, and then we’ll get ya patched up. How does that sound?”

Nora nodded slowly, eyelids fluttering.

“Hey. Need ya to keep your eyes open for me, doll,” he said, tipping her chin up with his good hand. Her eyes were unfocused; she was looking straight through him.

Shit. Between the mud and her heavy coat, he couldn’t tell for sure how badly she was wounded. It didn’t look like she was losing enough blood to be going into shock already—but there was no way to tell how much she’d already lost. If she’d been bleeding out the whole time she was underneath that truck—

Don’t think about that, just hustle. He unzipped her coat the rest of the way and eased his fingertips under the collar at her shoulder, and cringed when she whimpered as he began to push the coat down her arm.

“Pipes, you got a stimpak ready?”

He saw Piper’s red coat shuffle closer out of the corner of his eye.

“Right here,” she said.

Alright. Good. He rolled the coat down to Nora’s elbow, whispered to her that it would be over in just a second, tried not to focus on the way blood gushed freshly from the wound in her arm now that it wasn’t under pressure. No way they were getting all that out. Nora’s head dropped heavily to his shoulder, and he bent a little at the knee for her.

Hustle. Now for the hard part.

“If you’re not gonna be looking at me, you need to talk to me,” he told her. He unclasped the vault suit collar with his good hand—for grip, he told himself, and not because even now he was anxious about putting her off with the other. “Gonna have to unzip this, alright?”

“Get a warrant first,” she grumbled, and Nick chuckled despite himself. Nora shifted her head as he gently tugged the zipper down. “No. Wait. Dinner first.”

“Wow, Blue,” Piper said.

[blackcat2907]

Whumptober day two is posted!

[stxriesfromash]

@hxdesofunderwxrld >.> <.<

The ambush didn't go as planned, the cover of the mole the police implanted into a criminal gang they've been trying to take down for months now had been accidentally been blown and thus they had to make their move sooner than intended. All but one of the gang members were swiftly taken down but not without a few casualties in her unit - including the mole. The presumed leader of the gang made a run for it and - being the ever so stubborn and headstrong person she was - Kimberly took off after him without waiting for backup.

A shootout ensued between the two, with one of the bullets hitting the female detective, lodging right between her ribs. With Kimberly wounded, the gang leader took the opportunity to further injure her, shooting her in the leg as well as the shoulder all the while taunting her; his fatal mistake was assuming that he had her completely pinned down and helpless after kicking her weapon away, not knowing that she always kept a spare gun hidden on her person. Though her wounds thrummed with pain with even the slightest bit of movements, Kimberly seized a moment to draw her hidden weapon and shoot the criminal right between his eyes, killing him instantly.

The detective's strength gave out as she became limp, unable to reach for her phone to call for help. And she had to idea where she'd ended up, having blindly followed the gang leader far away from where her team had gathered. Her only hope was to wait to be rescued, praying that they'd find her in time...But what if they didn't? Was this finally her time? Was she meant to die here? No, she couldn't. Not yet. No matter how tired she was, she didn't want to die just yet. But what could she do? How could she fight? She wanted to, but physically she just couldn't. Laying on the ground, helpless, bleeding out, the pain coursing through her already beginning to numb as she felt herself going cold.

Not yet...Please...Please, God, don't let me die yet...

[theunicorncomic-blog]

Sometimes you save the average New York citizen, and sometimes they save you.

[feychek]

Uh yeah. So I actually finished all episodes available (help) and decided to return to my sketched ideas to finish some of them.

Most of them is Arthur traumatised in different ways, sorry Arthur. Really want to try draw John how I see him.

[mj-thrush-gxn]

-and what would you say to a bad guy who’s not there?

Sell, sell, sell.- barenaked ladies

[mewcharm]

i hope my insurance covers this!

dm for comms! here are my prices!

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

ALONE.

Can't afford any CoD merch so Imma make one myself HAH. This started as a random sketch at midnight before I sleep for Febuwhump! Turned out, I actually liked the entire idea and the composition of it so I continued the WIP and voila!

Tried greyscale panting and for this one it looks pretty good. Here's the timelapse should you like to see it (oﾟvﾟ)ノ

[angeltk]

TK STRAND IN EVERY SCENE 1.08: monster inside

[1-800-deactivatednearu]

[i.d.: 4 part screenshot repaint of emesis blue, of the russian roulette scene. images as follow:

close up of blue soldier. text stylized to look like a closed caption reads: “SOLDIER: You’re going to make it, Fritz.” the scene is in very blue light.

blu medic, bloody, seated across the table from soldier, holds a revolver under his chin. he is half lit in red light. “MEDIC: I know.”

“[SFX: BANG!]” the muzzle flare from the revolver lights everything in sudden bright light. medic shoots his brains out.

the scene takes a wide shot. soldier, spy, and previously medic sit at a table under a lightbulb, black briefcase on the table. medic is in the family guy death pose, the revolver by his side. the scene is still largely blue, save for medic in a red spotlight. reactions are as follow: “SOLDIER: NO! / SPY: Goodbye, Dr. Ludwig.“ /end i.d.]

yes i did 4 paintings for a barely noticeable joke

references under read more :)

[i.d.: 4 screenshots of the scenes referenced in the redraws. /end i.d.]

hey thanks for making it this far :) here is a lovingly rushed drawing of the fourth image

[i.d.: rough sketch of spy and soldier standing at a table. they both look at a dead medic in the family guy death pose on the floor. soldier is frowning. /end i.d.]

[hold-on-a-little-longer-whump]

Whump Potluck!

To celebrate 400 followers (!!!! What?!??), I encourage everyone to share a recipe for their favorite whump scenarios. And, because everyone always has more than one favorite (I know I do!), share another recipe! And another if you like! Not only does this get the info-nugget out of your brain, but you could find others who enjoy the same thing and it could even help some struggling writers! Better yet, why not use these delicious recipes as writing prompts? I'll start with my own favorite recipe:

Comfort Can Hurt

Restrained/Handcuffed

Blood loss

Thrilling/Intense rescues

Panicking teammates

Manhandling

Grasping hands (for comfort, to keep from getting separated, trying to break free, etc.)

"Just hold my hand. You're gonna be fine."

Can't breathe/Catch their breath (!!!!!)

Struggling against caretakers because it hurts

"[Name], you need to calm down!"

Involuntary sedation

Can't go wrong with some classy whump tropes, am I right? Here's one more:

Martyrdom Idiot Heroes

Strong/Angry at the world/Distant whumpee (thinks everyone couldn't care less about them)

Pushing past their limits

Self-sacrifice

Gunshot injury

Blood loss

Injury reveal (jacket/coat w/ a white undershirt? (!!!))

Collapsing (with a dash of teammates rushing to catch them)

"It's okay, we've got you."

Sunshine medic turning into angry, no-nonsense medic

Soft/Hazy awakenings (esp. if everyone else is sleeping nearby/standing guard)

Confusion at being coddled

"Pull that stunt again and see what happens."

See?? Delicious. Feel free to contribute or modify recipes to fit your personal tastes <3 no recipe is too niche or too flavorful!

[connor-sent-by-cyberlife]

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[serickswrites]

Heaven Don't Cry

Warnings: guns, gunfire, blood, gunshot, wound, unconsciousness, unclear character status, caretaker and whumpee

Caretaker dragged Whumpee away from the gunfire. Everything had gone so wrong so quickly, Caretaker wasn't even sure what set off the chain of events that led to Whumpee being shot. They just knew that Whumper shot Whumpee in the chest and they had to get Whumpee out of there. Whumpee needed help, fast.

Blood bubbled on Whumpee's lips as they weakly tried to put pressure on the gurgling bullet wound in their chest. Whumpee coughed. Their frantic, short breaths were wet and gurgling as they struggled to take regular, even breaths. Whumpee coughed again.

"Hang on, Whumpee, hang on," Caretaker repeated as they moved. Whumpee had to hold on. Tears stung at the corner of Caretaker's eyes. This wasn't happening. Whumpee had to be ok. Whumpee was ok. This wasn't happening.

"Don't," Whumpee gasped for air, "cry, Caretaker. Don't."

Caretaker heard Whumpee gasp for air, blood dribbling down their chin. "Stay with me, Whumpee. Just hang on. Just a bit longer." They prayed to the heavens that Whumper would be taken down quickly and help could get here. They prayed that Whumpee would be ok. Their silent pleas to the universe becoming more urgent as Whumpee's hands dropped limply from the wound. Caretaker watched in horror as Whumpee's eyes fluttered closed.

Caretaker stopped dragging Whumpee. "Come on, Whumpee. Stay with me. You were hanging on. Come on," Caretaker pressed their full body weight onto their hands over the wound. They had to stop the bleeding so that Whumpee had a chance. Whumpee had to be ok. This wasn't happening. "Come on, Whumpee. Please. Please, I need you," they sobbed.

They couldn't help crying. This was all too much. They needed Whumpee. Whumpee had to be ok. "Please, Whumpee. Open your eyes. Stay with me. Please, Whumpee, please."

[ranma0]

Tw for gore and medical talk

So we (probably) know that Alastor died from a gunshot wound to the head, and that hunting dogs may or may not have been involved right?

But we don't know the details

See a lot of people assume that a bullet to the head = instant death but in fact we really only need certain parts of the brain to live. Those parts are mostly located at the lower back of the head, far away from the frontal lobe

So consider with me, Alastor is shot straight on in the forehead with a .22 hunting rifle, the bullet enters his head and either bounces around in his skull, turning his brain to paste

Or

It exits somewhere through the parietal bones or upper occipital, leaving him alive if rather scrambled. Intracranial pressure increasing as he bleeds into his brain.

Alastor then slowly loses consciousness on the forest floor as a pack of snarling hunting dogs closes in around him, sealing their bared teeth as his final memory

For added angst, he lives a while even after losing consciousness

He is brought to his mother, who holds his hand as he takes his last stuttering agonal breaths, completely oblivious to the fact that she's by his side

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Merry Whumpmas 2023 Day 28: Scars

Week 4 of this bullshit. Only 3 more days left to go! Enjoy.

This is a direct continuation of Day 6: No Where to Go.

TW: painkillers, anesthesia mention, death mention, surgery, burn scars, mentioned abuse

Hero awoke slowly, their thoughts moving sluggishly through their tired mind. Their eyelids were heavier than bricks, but they forced them open, unease and uncertainty roiling in their stomach. The harsh lights overhead hurt their eyes, and they squinted, trying to filter out the brightness and make out their surroundings.

“Oh, you’re awake now.”

Hero turned their head, finding Villain leaning over them. They realized they were sprawled on a flat, uncomfortable surface. Villain’s head was bowed, their concentration intent upon Hero’s side. Hero tried to see what they were looking at, but they couldn’t raise their head.

“Sorry, I guess I didn’t sedate you enough,” Villain mumbled, reaching for something out of sight. “You were already unconscious, so I had to estimate. I think I gave you enough analgesics though. Does it hurt?”

Hero realized with a sudden jolt of fear that they couldn’t move anything but their eyes and head. Were their arms tied down? They couldn’t feel any restraints… “N… no…” they whispered through numb lips.

Villain nodded, distracted. Their hand returned, now clutching a pair of tweezers with gloved hands. The gloves were splattered with blood. “That’s good. Let me know if that changes. It’s not gonna be fun once they wear off.”

Hero swallowed, eyes darting about the room. The walls were exposed brick, and the only lighting appeared to be the one directly overhead, illuminating Villain’s work. Whatever that work was. Was the blood on their hands Hero’s? The only exit appeared to be a door to Hero’s right, behind Villain.

Metal clicked on metal, and Hero’s eyes darted back as Villain exhaled in relief. “Got the bullet out. Now I just gotta stitch you up and give you some more analgesics and maybe some anesthesia.”

Their words sounded almost foreign to Hero. The only thing they understood through the hazy fog was that Villain… seemed to be helping them? “O… okay….”

Villain worked in silence for a few minutes. Hero still couldn’t see what they were doing, so they gazed at Villain instead. Sometime between when Hero had passed out in that dark alley and when they’d woken up in this room, Villain had removed their mask. Their hair had been hastily pulled back, and Hero could clearly see their profile.

They looked normal enough at first, but as Hero’s eyes adjusted to the harsh lighting, they noticed the long, dark scar snaking down Villain’s face. It was old, blending in with their skin tone, but unmistakably a burn scar.

As if in response, the skin on Hero’s upper back tingled, where one of their allies had grazed them during a training session. They’d been drilling reflexes by launching small fireballs at Hero nonstop until they got hit. Once they did, the ally chastised Hero and ordered them to go to the medical bay. They didn’t even help Hero to their feet.

The incident had been almost a month and a half ago, and the burn still wasn’t fully healed. The affected skin itched constantly, especially when Hero tried to sleep. But Hero’s team leader refused to give them anything besides a small amount of aloe on the grounds of ‘building pain tolerance.'

It was all bullshit, as Hero later learned when they broached the idea of taking a break from the team for a little while. None of their ‘allies’ had responded well.

Hero closed their eyes. They didn’t know how long they were trapped in the team headquarters before escaping and fleeing to Villain’s section of the city. They barely remembered most of it, and they didn’t want to. But thinking of it brought images of Whumper, of them beating and belittling Hero for their weakness.

But Whumper was dead now.

Villain had shot them.

Villain had saved Hero.

As if in response to Hero’s thoughts, Villain spoke. “Alright,” they said softly, “I’m done.”

Hero opened their eyes. Villain massaged the sides of their temples, bloody gloves removed. “You’re one stubborn person, Hero,” they said, mouth cracking into an exhausted grin.

“Uh… tha… thank you….”

A look of concern crossed Villain’s face. “You’ve lost a lot of blood, both from the gunshot and…” they gestured to the various cuts and bruises all over Hero’s body. “Honestly, it’s a miracle you woke up at all. I patched up the worst of it, but you’re gonna be recovering for a while.”

Hero blinked, the memory of their team leader fresh in their mind. “Are… are we… safe… here…?”

Villain glanced over their shoulder to the door. A beat of silence passed before they answered. “Yeah, pretty sure. We’re in one of my safe houses right now, no one saw us come in. And the only one who saw you come to me is now dead in an alley which—” they grimaced— “isn’t going to bode well for me whether or not your former team connects the dots.”

“...I’m… I’m sorry I…”

Villain held up their hands, scowling. “Do not apologize. You needed help, you still need help, and I promise you: I’m not gonna let those assholes lay a finger on you. Understand?”

Hero nodded to the best of their ability. Their movement was still limited, but they had begun to regain sensation in their fingers and toes. They wiggled them experimentally. It was like moving someone else’s hand.

The motion caught Villain’s eye, and they smacked the side of their head. “Right. Analgesics. I’ll be right back, you do not want the painkillers to wear off anytime soon.”

Hero watched them leave. They slowly exhaled, trying to calm their racing nerves.

They were safe.

Villain had promised.

Everything would be okay.

Part 1 | Part 3

[fanfics4all]

Gunshot Wound

Request: Yes / No Thank you @badthingshappenbingo​ for my card! 

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Jennifer Jareau x Daughter!Reader 

Word count: 3273

Warnings: Being shot and I think that’s it

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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A/N: Reader is 16 in this! 

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It all started with a super rare day off with my Mom. It was just going to be me, her, and my little half-brother Henry. We were both so excited to be able to spend a Saturday with our Mom since her job takes her away a lot. We were all playing when Mom got a call. 

“Y/N can you watch your brother for a second?” She asked and I nodded. She gave me a smile and walked to the side yard. I distracted Henry while Mom took her call, which she didn’t look exactly happy about. She came back into the room and sighed. 

“I need to go, we’ve got a case…” She said and Henry frowned. 

“I’m going to call the babysitter, can you watch your brother until she comes?” She asked and I shrugged. 

“I can watch him, Mom.” I said and she bit her lip. 

“I don’t know when it’s going to be done.” She said and I nodded. 

“So when Dad get’s back-” 

“Dad is part of the case.” She said while Henry was distracted. My eyes widened and she motioned me to follow her. 

“Henry, come inside and grab some juice.” Mom said. We followed her inside and Herny ran to get his juice. Mom pulled me over to sit at the table while Henry was watching cartoons. 

“Is Dad okay?” I asked, worried. 

“Dad is fine, his partner was shot.” She answered and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. 

“I really don’t know how long this will be, Y/N.” She said and I nodded. 

“I get it Mom, I can take care of Henry.” I said and she sighed. 

“Call me if you need a babysitter to help you.” She said and I smiled. 

“I promise, now go, Dad needs your help.” I said. I got up and went to go watch cartoons with Henry. 

It’s been hours since Mom and Dad left for work. Henry was upset for a little while about Mom having to leave, but I distracted him enough to forget about it. Mom told me I wasn’t allowed to look at the news at all, which I understood. She hated when I knew about local cases. I was too distracted by Henry to even think about looking at the news. However the thought of my Mom and Dad were constantly in the back of my head. I had Henry watching cartoons while I was making dinner for us. I pulled out my phone bit my lip. I haven’t heard anything from Mom or Dad since Mom left. 

“Don’t check the news under any circumstances.” Mom’s voice floated through my head. 

“I know Mom… but you and Dad haven’t answered any one my texts…” I whispered to myself. I took a deep breath and pulled up the news on my phone. My eyes widened and I dropped my phone on the counter. 

“Y/N/N? You alright?” Henry called. 

“I’m fine Henry! Just had something slippery on my hands and dropped my phone!” I called back. 

“Okay!” He called back and I hoped went back to watching cartoons. I quickly picked up my phone and called Mom. 

“Please pick up, please pick up…” I mumbled to myself. 

“Y/N? Are you alright? Do you need a babysitter?” Mom answered. 

“I’m fine, Mom, we’re fine. Are you? Is Dad?” I asked quietly so Henry wouldn’t hear.

“You looked at the news!?” She hissed at me. 

“I’m sorry! You and Dad weren’t answering my texts and I was worried…” I answered. 

“We’re fine, Y/N, I need you to stop looking at the news please.” She begged, she sounded off. 

“Okay, I promise, can you just please answer my texts? I’m really worried, Mom.” I whispered and she sighed. 

“I’m sorry for worrying you sweetie, I’m fine everything’s gonna be okay. Just focus on Henry and I promise I’ll text you in an hour.” She said. She said everything is going to be fine… I grew up with just my Mom at first and I picked up some profiling along the way. My Mom was lying to me. 

“Mom?” I asked. 

“Y/N, I really need to go. Just let me know if you need a babysitter.” She said and hung up. I sighed and put my phone to the side. 

“Something’s wrong…” I mumbled to myself. 

“Hey Y/N! Look who’s home!” I heard Henry call and I turned to see Dad with a woman I’ve never seen before. 

“Dad!” I said and rushed over to him. I went to hug him then noticed he looked a little worse for wear. 

“Dad? Are you alright?” I asked. 

“I’m fine Sweet heart, Mom thought you could use a little help and sent me over with my partner-” 

“I’m Izzy.” The woman cut him off and offered me her hand. Alarm bells were ringing in my head. Mom said his partner was shot.

“Uh, hi.” I said, shaking her hand. I glanced at my Dad and he just smiled at me. I heard a sizzling behind me quickly turned around. 

“Oh shoot!” I said and rushed to take the pot off the stove. I heard the two adult talking in a low voice that I just couldn’t hear. When I turned back around Dad was kneeling down to look at Henry. 

“Daddy let’s play!” Henry said. 

“Daddy can’t play right now, I gotta go to work. But this is um-” 

“Izzy.” The woman said again. 

“Izzy.” Dad whispered. 

“Can you say hi to Izzy?” Dad asked. 

“Hi Izzy.” Henry whispered, he was nervous about this woman too. 

“She’s gonna stay with you and Y/N until Mama comes home, okay?” Dad said. 

“Okay.” Henry said, sounding sad. 

“Hey.” Dad said, gaining his attention. 

“I love you.” Dad said to him. 

“I love you.” Henry said back. Dad hugged him. 

“You’re gonna be okay.” Dad said which made my anxiety skyrocket. Dad sent Henry into the living room to play and I walked up to him. 

“Dad?” I asked with a nervous tone. 

“Come here Y/N/N.” He said and motioned me to come hug him. I stepped into his arms and wrapped mine around him. 

“Everything is gonna be okay.” He whispered and I looked up at him. He was lying just like Mom was… He moved next to my ear and whispered so only I could hear. 

“Keep your brother away from her.” He whispered. I looked into his eyes and nodded. I’d protect my brother with my life and I think my Dad knows that too. He kissed my head and gently pushed me to follow Henry. I watched him walk out the house. 

“Hey Henry, you wanna help me finish cooking?” I asked and he smiled at me. 

“Yeah!” He said and I quickly picked him up. I walked him into the kitchen and watch the woman look around our house. I was so anxious about her presence here, but I just had to focus on protecting my brother. 

As I was cooking Henry started getting antsy and wanted to go color. I sighed and put him down. I led him over to the table where he got in the chair all by himself, and grabbed some paper and crayons. He quietly started coloring and I went back to the kitchen to hurry up and finish cooking. 

As I was just about to finish I heard Henry talking to the woman. I cursed myself and quickly finished the cooking. Once everything was done I left it on the stove to keep warm and walked out to find Henry on the woman’s lap. My eyes widened as I watched her touching his hair. 

“Let me tell you a story.” She said and I gulped. 

“Hey, Henry, foods ready. You hungry?” I asked as I walked over to him. 

“I wanna hear the story, Y/N/N.” He said. Izzy smirked at me and held Henry a bit closer to her. 

“Sit down, listen to the story, Y/N/N.” She smeared at me. I gave her a tight lipped smile and sat in the seat Henry was sitting in. I heard my phone ringing in the other room, but I knew if I moved she’d hurt my brother. She just smirked at me. 

“I really think we should eat Henry.” I said and he started to reach for me. 

“Y/N/N!” He said and I quickly pulled him out of her lap. I went into the kitchen and the woman followed. She grabbed my phone from the counter and smirked at me. We heard the gate opened and the woman went to go check the window. 

“Henry, go hide.” I whispered and he rushed off. I moved to run for it but I heard a gun cock. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” She asked and I slowly turned around. 

“Come out Henry!” She called out. 

“Don’t listen to her Henry!” I shouted. 

“You little bitch!” She growled at me and I tried to run. She shot at me and I screamed in pain. 

“Drop it!” I heard my Mom growl. I couldn’t focus on what they were doing, but I knew Mom was fighting with the girl. 

“Mommy!” I heard Henry shout. 

“Henry!” Mom shouted. There was more fighting and then I heard a thud. I kept pressure on my lower left back and stayed laying on the floor. I heard footsteps coming closer to me and someone knelt down. 

“You alright, kid?” I recognized the voice of David. 

“It hurts a lot.” I groaned. 

“Let me see.” He said as he gently moved my hand. He looked at the bleeding wound and sighed. 

“The bullet is still inside, but your Mom and I are gonna get you help.” He said and I nodded. 

“I know…” I said. 

“Y/N/N?” I heard Henry asked in a scared voice. 

“I’ll be fine, Henry.” I said and smiled back at him in my Mom’s arms. David pushed his arms under me and lifted me up. I groaned as he lifted and flipped me over so I was facing him. I felt his hand put pressure on my wound and I groaned again. 

“I know, Y/N, just hang in there.” He said. They rushed me to the car and Mom got in the back with me and she locked Henry in so he couldn’t really see me. Mom gripped my hand and she had tears in her eyes. 

“I’ll be fine, Mom.” I said and she nodded. 

“I know sweetie, you’re so strong.” She said and I smiled. 

Once we got me to the hospital the staff rushed me inside. They got me into surgery quickly. I obviously didn’t remember any of it but when I woke up my Mom, Dad, and Henry were all standing around my bed. Dad was in a hospital gown too. 

“Mom? Dad?” I groaned as I tried to sit up. 

“Hey, lay back down, you need to relax.” Mom said as she pushed me back down. 

“I’m alright, Mom.” I said as I hugged her tightly. She hugged me tighter and I felt myself struggling to breath a bit. 

“Alright Hon, let our daughter breath.” Dad said with a laugh. Mom wiped her eyes as she pulled back from me. 

“Are you alright, Dad?” I asked and he nodded with a smile. 

“I’m fine sweet heart, we gotta worry about you.” He said and I shook my head. 

“I’m fine.” I insisted. 

“Y/N, you took a bullet to the back.” He said with a frown. 

“You told me to protect Henry.” I said with a small shrug. 

“I didn’t mean risk your life.” He said and I smiled. 

“I’d do anything to protect my brother.” I said and my parents smiled. 

“Well, we’re really glad you treat him as if he’s your full brother…” Mom started and I looked at them confused. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” I asked. Dad wrapped his arm around Mom’s shoulder and pulled her closer. 

“Y/N, your Mama and I are gonna get married.” Dad said and I quickly sat up, ignoring the pain. 

“Really!?” I asked with a huge smile. 

“Y/N! You need to lay down, you’ll rip your stitches!” Mom said, trying to push me back down. I grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes. 

“You finally said yes? Will’s really gonna be my Dad now?” I asked with tears in my eyes. 

“Yes sweetie, Will is going to be your Dad for real, now lay down.” She said and I happily obliged. 

“When’s the wedding?” I asked, feeling giddy now. 

“Your Mother wants to do it Monday.” Dad answered. 

“Am I gonna be able to come?” I asked with a frown. 

“We’ll talk to the doctor and I’ll let him know we’ll have a doctor on property.” Mom said with a wink. I giggled and shook my head. 

“I’m so excited! Can I wear my light pink dress?” I asked and they just laughed. 

“Yes you can wear your pink dress.” Mom said. 

The next day Dad came to pick me up at the hospital, since Mom convinced them that I’d be fine at home. He came into my room holding a bad and my light pink dress. I looked at him confused and he just smiled at me. 

“I thought you’re getting married on Monday?” I asked and he nodded as he set the things now. 

“We were, but David overheard and we’re gonna get married in his yard. Mom thinks it’s just a party.” He said and I squealed in excitement. 

“Help me get ready?” I asked and he nodded. Dad helped me get dressed and told me I needed to take it easy tonight. The doctor gave us some crutches as a just in case, but I didn’t really think I needed to use them. Dad insisted on bringing them anyway. 

“Come on, we’re meeting your mom and Henry there.” Dad said and I nodded. He helped me in the car and we were off. 

When we pulled up to David’s house I was so excited! I couldn’t believe my Mom was getting married to someone who actually liked and cared about me too. It’s all the two of us ever wanted. I got out and rushed over to my mom. I hugged her tightly and she laughed. 

“Well you’re feeling better.” She said and I smiled up at her. 

“I am! Look what Dad brought me to wear.” I said and did a spin. 

“I thought you wanted to wear that tomorrow.” She frowned and I nodded. 

“I still can, but this way the whole team can see how pretty I am.” I joked and she shook her head with a laugh. 

“Y/N, the doctor said to take it easy.” Dad said coming up to us. 

“I am.” I said and he shook his head. 

“Running to your Mama is not taking it easy. Don’t make me make you use the crutches.” He said and I groaned. 

“Okay, I’ll be good, promise!” I said and both my parents laughed. 

“Come on, let’s go inside.” Mom said and we all held hands. We walked inside and into the backyard. 

“Hey.” Mom said when she saw David. 

“Someone knows how to throw a party. You don’t mess around.” Mom said as she gave him a hug. 

“What can I tell ya? I’m the host with the most.” He said as he hugged her back. 

“No kidding.” Mom laughed as she pulled back. 

“Hey, look who’s here.” David said and Grandma walked up next to him. 

“Mom?” Mom asked and Grandma just smiled. 

“Okay, what’s-what’s going on?” Mom asked Dad. 

“Well we couldn’t get married without your Mama.” He answered. 

“I might’ve overheard a proposal yesterday?” David said. 

“And I couldn’t wait till Monday.” Dad said. 

“Okay so this is why you guys are so dressed up, huh?” Mom asked as she looked at me and Henry. 

“Yes and you will be too. I brought something borrowed.” Grandma said, holding up a wedding dress. 

“Mom, is that your dress?” Mom asked. 

“It is, let’s go see if it still fits.” Grandma said. 

“Can I help?” I asked and Grandma smiled at me. 

“Of course!” She said and gently pulled me along. 

Grandma and I helped Mom get into the dress and I was so excited. She looked absolutely beautiful. I’ve always wanted this for my Mom and I literally couldn’t be happier for her. 

“Mom you look so pretty.” I said and she smiled with happy tears in her eyes. 

“Thank you Sweetie.” She said and kissed my head. Once everything was ready Mom, Grandma, and Myself were walking downstairs and out the back door. Dad stood there with Henry at the alter with a man there to marry them. Grandma let go of Mom when we reached the front and I went to as well, but Mom stopped me. She pulled me up with her and I stood right by her as she married my now official Dad. I cried when they kissed and hugged them both tightly. I finally had a full family. 

We all sat down to eat and everyone was talking among themselves. I sat next to Henry and Jack, who I was so excited to see. The three of us were all talking and slightly playing pretend. I was about nine years older than Jack and eleven years older than my brother, but I loved spending time with them. Dad clinked his glass to gain everyone’s attention and stood up. Everyone looked over to him and he smiled. 

“I’d like to thank everyone for being with us tonight and sharing in our special day.” He started and smiled down at Mom, who was holding his other hand. 

“But I still have one more surprise for my two very special girls.” He said. Mom and I both looked at him confused and he motioned for me to come over to him. I stood up and walked next to him. 

“Y/N, I know you care for your Mama a lot and I’m so glad you gave us your blessin’ before we even had to ask.” He said and everyone chuckled. 

“But I’d like to make everything more official and ask you and your Mama if it’d be alright if I officially became your Daddy and adopted you.” He said and I gasped with tears in my eyes. 

“R-Really?” I asked and looked between them. 

“Yes really. You’re Mama and I have been talkin’ about it for some time now and I said if we ever got married I’d like to adopt you as my own.” He said and I hugged him tightly. 

“Yes! Yes! A million times yes!” I cried, not able to hold in my tears. Dad wrapped his arms around me and gently squeezed me. 

“We already started the paperwork incase this day ever came, so we just gotta get a court date and make it offical.” Mom said, standing up. I turned around and hugged her tightly, not realizing I was crying into her dress. 

“Thank you, Mom!” I cried and she gently rubbed my back. Dad wrapped us both in a hug and kissed my head. 

“Why is Y/N/N crying?” Henry asked and Dad went and picked him up. 

“They’re happy tears, buddy.” He said and I pulled back to smile at him and wipe my eyes. 

“Very happy tears.” I said and everyone chuckled. This was not only my Mom’s perfect day, it was mine too.

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