'Shored' for prevailingwind
Title: Shored
Recipient: prevailingwind
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Physical injury
Summary: Duo gets shot on the battlefield and finds Heero and Wufei there to bring him through it.
Author's Notes: This is pretty much pre-slash because I fail at life, heh. I tried to fill the prompt by combining what I was comfortable writing with what the prompter wanted, and this is the middle I came up with. I hope the prompter likes it!
Author: hostilecrayon
Pop pop pop pop.
People expect guns to go bang - probably thanks to too many bad movies - but really, that’s only certain kinds of guns. Some make a cracking sound, like that of a leaning tree finally giving in to its own weight. And some, like the one aimed at us now, make a pop, benign enough to sound like a mere child’s toy.
Pop pop pop pop.
And just like that, bullets were ripping through my flesh like a knife through warm butter.
I am proud to report that I did not fall. I stumbled, I exercised my extensive vocabulary of curse words, but I did not fall. Clutching my side, I ran for all I was worth, looking for anything I could use as cover. We were sitting ducks out here on the open blacktop, and it was a good four minutes of bleeding and blurred vision before I finally reached the trees, throwing myself behind the first one that looked big enough to cover me.
I pulled my hand away to reveal three well-placed bullet holes gushing blood down my abdomen - they’d gone clean through and now that I wasn’t moving, I could see how they’d already started to tear from the movement. I winced, putting pressure on the wounds again, and wondered if it was even remotely possible to get back to the shuttle before I bled to death.
It probably wasn’t. Fuck.
I was in the middle of trying to decide if I should head towards the shuttle anyway or use the last moments of my life for something more useful, like laying down some cover fire for Heero and Wufei, when said partners in crime appeared beside me. Heero kneeled down beside me while Wufei went about checking my vitals.
I stared at them for all of three seconds before I came back to my senses. “What the fuck are you guys doing? You should be halfway to the damn shuttle by now!” I tried to wrench myself away, but with the lovely addition of light-headedness, it was pretty comical. Wufei didn’t even bother to tighten his grip on my wrist where he was taking my pulse. Heero was pulling my hand away from its piss poor attempt to put enough pressure to stop the blood, tearing at my shirt to make some sort of makeshift bandage. Oh, and checking the entry wounds in my back - I’d completely neglected them.
“Just go. The mission…” I said, but I was fading fast.
“We won’t leave you in this place,” Wufei said, his voice a mixture of firm and affectionate.
I let it go, going limp beneath their hands.
I can’t say I remember too much about how they managed to drag my ass out of there without getting us all killed in the process. I have brief memories of being shored up between them, and a few more of them putting alcohol on my wounds, but nothing substantial. The first coherent thing I remember is waking up in low gravity wearing nothing but flight pants and bandages in a bed that I suspected was supposed to be a makeshift infirmary.
I groaned, trying to sit up.
“Don’t,” Heero said softly, and I turned my head to find him sitting in a chair next to my bed.
We stared at each other for a few minutes in a thick, awkward silence before I said, “What’s a guy got to do to go to the bathroom around here?”
Heero snorted, pulling a bowl out from under my bed and holding it out to me.
I glared at him, but when he didn’t bother to respond, I added, “Seriously, Heero?”
He smirked at me, the bastard. “Seriously. I don’t want you tearing your wounds any more than you already have. Quatre has a doctor on standby at our destination, but that’s still hours out.”
I tried to grumble, but trying to sit up took my breath away, and in the end, Heero had to help me sit up while I peed into a god damned pink Tupperware. If it hadn’t hurt so bad, I’d probably have been completely mortified. As it was, I was seriously embarrassed.
Then I got a look at what my body had spit out. “Shit.”
Heero took the bowl from me with a frown. “Shit,” he echoed, helping me lay down again.
I’d barely even touched my back to the mattress when Wufei came stoically into the room, a tray perfectly balanced on one of his hands. His graceful stride was broken when he saw that I was awake, and after a brief pause, he nodded, handing the tray off to Heero. “It is good to see you awake.”
“It’s good to be awake,” I grinned. “How long was I out, anyway?”
“Only a few hours,” Heero said. “You shouldn’t be awake yet.”
Heero and Wufei exchanged looks and Wufei produced a small med kit from his pocket. Pills were added to the tray and this time Wufei was helping me up, crawling up behind me to give me something to rest against. Heero climbed up onto the bed too, settling between my legs, tray in hand.
I rolled my eyes. “I can feed myself, you know. I’m not completely invalid.”
“Just… let us do this?” Heero said, his voice cracking in a way I hadn’t heard before.
Wufei’s fingers tensed on the undamaged part of my stomach. “We almost lost you,” he breathed.
I didn’t know what to say, so I just said nothing.
Heero handed me the pills, “Antibiotics and a pain killer,” and I took them. Then the food on the tray was split between the three of us. The quiet was almost deafening, and I tried not to concentrate on the warmth of Wufei against my back or of Heero pressed against my thighs, and if I hadn’t have just been shot, the situation probably would have been a completely different kind of awkward experience.
That would have to wait, though. Instead, we spent the duration of the trip together like that, somehow getting closer without having to say the words. It wasn’t much of a surprise that they ended up camping out in my hospital room after that.
And if once I’d healed enough to resume normal activity, they ended up tumbling into my bed with me, well, that wouldn’t be too much of a surprise either, would it?
Recipient: prevailingwind
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Physical injury
Summary: Duo gets shot on the battlefield and finds Heero and Wufei there to bring him through it.
Author's Notes: This is pretty much pre-slash because I fail at life, heh. I tried to fill the prompt by combining what I was comfortable writing with what the prompter wanted, and this is the middle I came up with. I hope the prompter likes it!
Author: hostilecrayon
Pop pop pop pop.
People expect guns to go bang - probably thanks to too many bad movies - but really, that’s only certain kinds of guns. Some make a cracking sound, like that of a leaning tree finally giving in to its own weight. And some, like the one aimed at us now, make a pop, benign enough to sound like a mere child’s toy.
Pop pop pop pop.
And just like that, bullets were ripping through my flesh like a knife through warm butter.
I am proud to report that I did not fall. I stumbled, I exercised my extensive vocabulary of curse words, but I did not fall. Clutching my side, I ran for all I was worth, looking for anything I could use as cover. We were sitting ducks out here on the open blacktop, and it was a good four minutes of bleeding and blurred vision before I finally reached the trees, throwing myself behind the first one that looked big enough to cover me.
I pulled my hand away to reveal three well-placed bullet holes gushing blood down my abdomen - they’d gone clean through and now that I wasn’t moving, I could see how they’d already started to tear from the movement. I winced, putting pressure on the wounds again, and wondered if it was even remotely possible to get back to the shuttle before I bled to death.
It probably wasn’t. Fuck.
I was in the middle of trying to decide if I should head towards the shuttle anyway or use the last moments of my life for something more useful, like laying down some cover fire for Heero and Wufei, when said partners in crime appeared beside me. Heero kneeled down beside me while Wufei went about checking my vitals.
I stared at them for all of three seconds before I came back to my senses. “What the fuck are you guys doing? You should be halfway to the damn shuttle by now!” I tried to wrench myself away, but with the lovely addition of light-headedness, it was pretty comical. Wufei didn’t even bother to tighten his grip on my wrist where he was taking my pulse. Heero was pulling my hand away from its piss poor attempt to put enough pressure to stop the blood, tearing at my shirt to make some sort of makeshift bandage. Oh, and checking the entry wounds in my back - I’d completely neglected them.
“Just go. The mission…” I said, but I was fading fast.
“We won’t leave you in this place,” Wufei said, his voice a mixture of firm and affectionate.
I let it go, going limp beneath their hands.
I can’t say I remember too much about how they managed to drag my ass out of there without getting us all killed in the process. I have brief memories of being shored up between them, and a few more of them putting alcohol on my wounds, but nothing substantial. The first coherent thing I remember is waking up in low gravity wearing nothing but flight pants and bandages in a bed that I suspected was supposed to be a makeshift infirmary.
I groaned, trying to sit up.
“Don’t,” Heero said softly, and I turned my head to find him sitting in a chair next to my bed.
We stared at each other for a few minutes in a thick, awkward silence before I said, “What’s a guy got to do to go to the bathroom around here?”
Heero snorted, pulling a bowl out from under my bed and holding it out to me.
I glared at him, but when he didn’t bother to respond, I added, “Seriously, Heero?”
He smirked at me, the bastard. “Seriously. I don’t want you tearing your wounds any more than you already have. Quatre has a doctor on standby at our destination, but that’s still hours out.”
I tried to grumble, but trying to sit up took my breath away, and in the end, Heero had to help me sit up while I peed into a god damned pink Tupperware. If it hadn’t hurt so bad, I’d probably have been completely mortified. As it was, I was seriously embarrassed.
Then I got a look at what my body had spit out. “Shit.”
Heero took the bowl from me with a frown. “Shit,” he echoed, helping me lay down again.
I’d barely even touched my back to the mattress when Wufei came stoically into the room, a tray perfectly balanced on one of his hands. His graceful stride was broken when he saw that I was awake, and after a brief pause, he nodded, handing the tray off to Heero. “It is good to see you awake.”
“It’s good to be awake,” I grinned. “How long was I out, anyway?”
“Only a few hours,” Heero said. “You shouldn’t be awake yet.”
Heero and Wufei exchanged looks and Wufei produced a small med kit from his pocket. Pills were added to the tray and this time Wufei was helping me up, crawling up behind me to give me something to rest against. Heero climbed up onto the bed too, settling between my legs, tray in hand.
I rolled my eyes. “I can feed myself, you know. I’m not completely invalid.”
“Just… let us do this?” Heero said, his voice cracking in a way I hadn’t heard before.
Wufei’s fingers tensed on the undamaged part of my stomach. “We almost lost you,” he breathed.
I didn’t know what to say, so I just said nothing.
Heero handed me the pills, “Antibiotics and a pain killer,” and I took them. Then the food on the tray was split between the three of us. The quiet was almost deafening, and I tried not to concentrate on the warmth of Wufei against my back or of Heero pressed against my thighs, and if I hadn’t have just been shot, the situation probably would have been a completely different kind of awkward experience.
That would have to wait, though. Instead, we spent the duration of the trip together like that, somehow getting closer without having to say the words. It wasn’t much of a surprise that they ended up camping out in my hospital room after that.
And if once I’d healed enough to resume normal activity, they ended up tumbling into my bed with me, well, that wouldn’t be too much of a surprise either, would it?