Whumptober day 11 — self done first-aid, makeshift splint
I took the “self-done first aid” prompt super literally. I like to think I’m funny.
Warnings: blood, injury, questionably accurate medical knowledge (I am not a doctor!), and descriptions of a pretty bad broken bone.
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“Blue, that looks really bad.”
The blue smithy gave his brother a glare.
“It’s fine,” Blue said in a tight voice, ignoring the fact that his leg was bleeding and at entirely the wrong angle. “It’s not that bad. I’m not bleeding all over the place, d-deal with Vio first.”
Green leaned forward and gave Blue’s leg a small poke, and Four’s blue portion screeched, jerking where he lay on the ground.
Red shot the two a glance from where he was holding Vio in his lap, a shaking cloth held tightly to Vio’s side while the other was held to the red smithy’s own bleeding arm, and frowned.
“That doesn’t sound fine at all,” Red said worriedly, and Vio made a weak noise that sounded like he agreed.
“Well it is!” Blue gasped out, trembling a bit. Green sighed and wiped some blood off his forehead, and gave Blue’s arm a squeeze as Vio failed to hold in a groan from Red’s lap.
What a mess.
He was such an idiot.
Four had gone on a short walk before Wild finished dinner, promising the others he wouldn’t go too far. He’d needed to get out of camp, the other heroes just grating on his nerves for some reason, and knew if he’d stayed much longer he’d end up snapping at them.
So he’d been enjoying his walk in the quiet woods, until he’d realized it was too quiet, and been attacked by a sizable group of monsters.
He should have gone for backup. But he’d gone farther from camp than he’d meant to, plus was harboring a large amount of pent-up frustration he needed to get out. So despite being horribly outnumbered, Four stayed to fight alone.
He’d been forced to split at some point due to how impossibly outnumbered he was, and had just barely scraped out a victory, all four parts of him bleeding and exhausted.
They’d collapsed on the ground, and were attempting to patch themselves up with their truly meager supplies on hand so they could make it back to camp.
And refusing to outright admit how bad their injuries were to the others.
“Should we try fusing back together?” Red asked, his face pale. “Maybe Blue’s leg wouldn’t be so bad.”
“Or the injuries would all carry over just as severe and we’d pass out,” Blue said flatly, and Vio huffed out an annoyed sounding breath.
“He’s right... w-we can’t risk it,” the violet smithy said weakly, “but the healing supplies at camp are low, not enough for all four of us. Once we get back we’ll have to merge.” Red looked down at him with a trembling lip, eyes shiny.
“So what do we do?” he asked in a shaky voice, and Green wiped more blood off his face before catching his brothers’ attentions.
“Well... we need to get back to to the others. We can’t stay here for much longer or we’ll have worse problems on our hands,” Green said with a worried look at his steadily bleeding brothers.
Vio breathed in a shaky laugh. “Agreed. Is y-your forehead still bleeding?”
Green swiped his sleeve over his brow and didn’t meet Vio’s eyes. “Not as bad as your side, or Blue’s leg.”
“I said it’s not that bad,” Blue snapped weakly.
Red sniffled. “Blue, I can see bone, it’s definitely bad,” he said in a watery voice, and Blue turned his head away.
Green sighed, wiped more blood off his face, and listed to the side a bit before righting himself with a shake.
“Okay, here’s the plan. If we splint your leg, do you think you can manage the walk back to camp Blue?” he asked, and Blue nodded. “Okay. We’ll do that, and if I support Vio, than Red should be able to give you a hand and we can make it.”
“You’re forgetting... that you two are injured as well,” Vio pointed out, and Red and Green looked at each other.
The cut on Red’s arm was deep, but it wasn’t very big, and though his hand was shaking, it looked like it was more due to exhaustion than anything. He had a couple more miscellaneous cuts and scrapes, as did Green, but his arm was really the worst injury he’d received.
Green on the other hand, apart from the blood dripping sluggishly from the cut on the side of his forehead, had been slammed into a tree by a moblin at one point, and though he was acting as if it wasn’t bothering him, the others were keeping a sharp eye on the occasional stuttering breaths he’d take, and the hand that hadn’t left his ribs.
“We’re in better shape than you two,” Green said firmly, and reached into his bag. “Let’s focus on Blue’s leg right now.”
He pulled out the cane of Pacci, comparing the size of it with Blue’s leg as Vio rolled his eyes at his avoidance of the question. The cane seemed to be of a sufficient length for a temporary splint, and Green got ready to move Blue’s leg, Red gently sliding out from under Vio to help him.
“You’ll need to hold him steady,” Vio instructed quietly, and Red let go of his arm to hold Blue down instead, his eyes squeezed shut. Green handed Blue his belt to bite onto, and set a hand on his mangled leg.
“Okay. This is going to hurt, a lot. I’ll try to do it quick. I’ll count to three, and then—“
“Just do it,” Blue said sharply, reply muffled by the belt. Green nodded, and took a deep breath.
Then with a truly awful noise, he pushed Blue’s leg back into place.
Blue let out a muffled scream, jerking in Red’s hold as the hero clutched at him. Red still had his eyes squeezed shut, and tears dribbled down his cheeks as Blue continued to thrash in his hold, agonized noises coming from his brother.
Green ignored the cries and made sure everything in Blue’s leg was properly aligned again, ignoring the sickening feeling of moving the shattered bones around. He put the cane firmly in place, and wrapped it tightly with some of the precious few bandages they had on hand.
“Done,” he said shakily, after what felt like much too long, and Blue fell limp, gasping as the belt fell out of his mouth.
Red let out a sob and clutched the hand near his, which happened to be Blue’s, and it was a testament to the sheer pain the blue smithy was in that he didn’t try to remove it.
“Well t-that sucked,” Blue rasped, breathing stuttering.
Red tightly squeezed his arm, and Blue squeezed back, Green taking a deep, even breath next to them.
“Time to go,” Vio said, attempting to sit up.
Green frowned as he somehow did manage to raise to a sitting position, breathing heavily, and Red helped Blue to his feet, whispering apologies whenever Blue let out any grunts of pain.
Green pulled Vio up, making sure his arm was securely around the spot where Vio’s side was still bleeding, and with a deep breath, they started off.
Red was talking mindlessly about something to Blue as they trudged through the woods, and for once Blue simply listened, obviously appreciating the distraction. Really though, they all appreciated it. The passing comments on the occasional squirrel that ran by provided something to focus on other than the pain that was only getting worse.
Green suddenly stumbled a bit, and Vio clutched at him.
“Green, hey,” he said urgently, suddenly noting how pale his brother’s face was. “Don’t pass out, w-we’re close.”
“I can make it,” Green said firmly, though his voice wavered.
He breathed in sharply, and Red and Blue looked back at him, eyes wide. Green stumbled again and Vio tightened his weak grip, Blue giving him a worried glare.
“C’mon Green don’t wimp out on us now,” he snapped.
“We’re almost there Green,” Vio said as Green’s arm started to shake. “You can do it, it’s just a cut and some bruised ribs, we’re almost there.”
“I’m supposed to be helping you,” Green croaked, voice taut with pain.
“Well we’re h-helping each other. Now keep... going,” Vio urged, and Green plodded on.
Red had stopped talking, eyes shiny with tears and worry, and Blue was glaring at the ground, teeth gritted. They crossed the stream that was only a little ways away from camp, and Green suddenly went boneless.
Vio let out a surprised noise, but couldn’t support the deadweight of his brother due to his own condition, and they tumbled to the ground, Red gasping.
“Green, Green!” Red yelped, and Vio extracted himself as quickly as he could from under him, shaking his arm. He suddenly noticed a reddish stain on Green’s shoulder, and pulled his tunic down, staring in shock at the deep gash he’d somehow hidden from them.
“He’s been b-bleeding from that this whole time?” Blue gaped, and Vio shakily yanked the tunic back in place, and began to put pressure on it.
“We definitely don’t have enough potions for all of us now!” Red said with a gasp, tears dripping down his face. “V-Vio—“
“I’m thinking,” Vio said through gritted teeth, one hand pressed to his side while the other was pressed to Green’s shoulder.
Red helped Blue sit down while they waited for Vio to say something, and the forest was quiet for several long, tense moments.
Until something rustled in the bushes.
Blue drew his sword, and Red and Vio both put their hands on theirs, but then Twilight bounded out in wolf form, freezing at the sight of Four, split and in varying stages of severe injury.
“Rancher!” Red wailed with relief, and Twilight immediately shifted back, looking at all of them in shock.
“Smithy what happened?” he asked, sliding to his knees next to Green and Vio. He was already privy to the knowledge of Four’s splitting, and all of the conscious parts of him were grateful it was Twilight who’d found them so they didn’t have to explain. “You were just going for a walk!”
“Monsters. L-long story,” Vio said shakily, looking rather pale. “Now t-that you’re here we need to merge. If we get back together n-now we won’t... have to drink four separate potions.” Which we don’t have.
Vio pulled out his sword, and Blue and Red did the same, Red putting a hand on Green’s sword as well.
“What’ll happen when you merge?” Twilight asked quietly, and Blue huffed.
“Dunno. We’ve never been this bad off before when split,” he muttered in a voice the rest of them knew was worried. “Probably pass out.”
“It doesn’t matter, we have to do this,” Red said shakily, and the rest of him nodded, raising their swords as a bright, colorful light washed over them.
The colors faded, and Twilight blinked down at the singular hero before him.
Four lay on the ground in front of Twilight, leg still splinted, shoulder, arm and side all stained with blood. But all his injuries seemed to be less severe than they had been, and he cracked his eyes open with a faint smile.
“W...ell, l-look at that,” Four whispered. “Wasn’t as b-bad as Blue said.”
Then he passed out, and Twilight quickly pulled him into his arms, carrying him back to camp.
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