Scout screamed. Good lord did he scream. It took three of them to pin down his flailing limbs as Medic assessed the situation, the boy in front of him gasping and crying for mercy as he stared down at his own mangled body, bleeding and broken.Thick chunks of shrapnel from some crude bomb had buried themselves into his side and hip, slicing him open and exposing the soft and glistening tissues beneath as blood pooled under the operating table, a sickly wet noise being heard with every drip. Engineer found himself clamping his hand over his mouth and nose with a muttering of “Oh lordy” as the smell of hot gunpowder mingled with the stench of what he first thought was cooked meat, but soon realized that the smell was the poor boy’s seared flesh; the hot metal had scorched the surrounding tissues into a thick mess of twisted skin. He shuddered at the sight, the squirming and screaming figure slick with dirt, blood and tears, skin and muscle shredded like a joint in a butcher’s window.“Oh God I’m gonna die shit oh shit I’m gonna die oh God oh God-“ he rambled and wailed, his body shaking and quivering from the sheer adrenaline and pain that was taking over his body, his nerves on fire with an agonizing heat that had devoured his torso. Demoman, Heavy and Spy had their hands keeping his shaking arms and legs still while Medic finally pulled up a small metal table that held scalpels and needles, gleaming and cold stainless steel. He could barely form a thought in his panic and fear but was sure he could hear some comforting words behind him (though from whose mouth he didn’t know) mixed in with the clatter of metal, the rabble of shouts and cusses over the roar of blood in his ears. “Easyeasycalmdownyou’llbealrightcomeon.”“Morphine, someone!” Medic barked. Like hell anyone was going to die under his watch, he thought as he roughly cut away the remains of the shirt with a pair of scissors. “What a mess, what a mess…” Engineer finally managed to pull himself away from the scene as Scout’s screaming died down to whimpering, staring down like a trapped animal as the doctor began to wipe away the blood and pus, hissing in pain with teeth clenched when the cloth touched the weeping wounds. Medic scanned his eyes over the deep openings – oh, he wouldn’t be running for a while, not with such deep penetration wounds in the External oblique and the Latissmus dorsi, it seems as though major arteries had been missed but the blood loss could become problematic, there were some superficial cuts to the-“There ain’t none, doc.” Medic was snapped out of his near-trance, memories of medical school rushing through his head as his eyes flicked upwards in confusion.”What?”“I said, there ain’t none. They’re all empty. All the packets ‘n’ bottles ‘n’ what-have-you. Searched everywhere.” Medic grimaced at the news – this was going to be difficult, messy, and above all loud, and he liked none of these things.“Well, we’ll have to make do with something else, then,” he growled, tossing the bloodied rag into a small bin. “Demoman?”“Yeh?”“You still have that whisky, yes?”Demoman frowned, his good eye flicking down, briefly making eye contact with the panicked boy as he realized why he asked. “Ya mean…”Medic nodded. “It’ll at least numb it a little,” he sighed, watching the man dash out the room as he pushed up his glasses and snapped his gloves oh-so professionally. “You may need to hold onto him a bit tighter,” he mentioned grimly, watching Spy and Heavy nod.With a weighted groan and shudder, Scout shut his eyes tight as he felt Medic pull the metal chunks from his body. It didn’t take too much force, the shards gave way easily underneath his fingers, but it wasn’t the removal that was going to be the difficult part, oh no. That was easy. With those obstructions out of the way he could see inside the wounds clearly, the extent of the damage, the blood beginning to clot now. The sound of footsteps behind him reminded him of what was to come next as he prepared what looked like a sewing needle and surgical thread.“Now, Scout,” Medic did he best to sound soothing, resting his hand on his side and holding the needle ready, lingering just above his skin. Scout managed to open his eyes and look down, taking in a sudden gasp and his breath quickening, his head shaking from side to side in fear as he saw the shining stainless steel. The doctor glanced up at Demoman, who held the bottle ready. “I want you to drink that, and brace yourself.”“Doctor’s orders,” muttered Spy as he tried to steady Scout’s head, but after a few moments of trying to convince him eventually they resorted to holding his head still and simply pouring it in there. Scout gagged and sputtered as the strong taste filled his mouth and burned his throat, and soon his vision was blurring and his senses dampened, but he still managed a yell of pain as the needle pierced his skin and the thread tugged through. Engineer rushed round to place his ungloved hand on his forehead to quell his thrashing. He could feel the boy’s hot tears on his fingers.Medic moved quickly and efficiently, that needle moving in and out as he kept the skin steady with his free hand. Scout squirmed and kicked underneath from the agonizing pain, his heels digging into the table and his hips kicking up until the other could keep him pinned, his shouts and screams echoing out into the corridors, being all too aware of the metal and thread in his skin and the fingers digging into his arms and legs. He tried to distract himself, reading the label of the bottle sitting on the table nearby - Superior Blended Scotch Whisky Produced and bottled in the Scottish Highla- a sudden sting of pain from below as Medic pulled the stitches of one of the wounds tight broke his concentration as he gave out a choked gasp.The boy twisted and turned as much as he could under the grip of the other men despite Medic’s barks of “Scheiße! Hold him still!”, his mouth open, screaming and gasping for air and his eyes shut tight, his fingernails digging into the meat of his palms to the point where he was about to break the skin. Every now and then his mouth would be filled with that smoky, bitter taste and his throat would seize up from the burning drink that flooded his throat as he coughed and choked; soon his world was spinning and the pain had been worn down to a thick, dull ache. His screams had finally quietened into exhausted whimpers and groans as Medic finished the last stitch, waving a hand to summon for help as he wrapped the boy’s torso in bandaging.Scout tried to make out the words that seemed to swim about in his head. They were talking, phrases like “won’t be running for a while” and “We better shift him, needs to recover,” he tried to manage something in reply but the stinging in his throat only allowed him to cough and wheeze.“’M dizzy,” he groaned as he let his head fall back with his eyes shut, feeling someone’s arms slide under his back and legs and carry him off. A mix of alcohol and blood loss left him feeling disorientated, dizzy and lightheaded, and he finally resigned himself to the comfort of sleep.
bumping awesome novi fic over shite femOC
>>2Yes
Damn, I was hoping there was going to be another chapter.
>>4... Oh, there will be.And it will be porn.
I always enjoyed this one. Not sure why... seeing my favorite class all hurt like that should make me sad :c Must be the way you write... all descriptive and well-paced and intriguing <3 I'm really looking forward to seeing more now that I know there will be more~
>>2That kind of hurts...
pssstyou know i like it already but uh. no pus in a fresh wound.but POOR SCOUT :<MOAR NOVI MOAR
>>8Look I just typed in the most disgusting words >:U
>>5I WILL BE WAITING.