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- Day 24 -
Prompt: Earth (Environmental Whump)
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so! it took me a looooong time to come with an idea for this bc i really wanted to keep it in an urban setting and i. just could Not for the life of me think of anything lmao. it ended with explosions in the end and a side dish of blood loss but that's par for the course in my writing lol
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CN: caught in an explosion, fire, smoke inhalation, impaled by debris, blood loss
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It's a race. Against time for now, but the air grows thicker with every second and Cutter can smell the ozone gathering. His breath comes heavy and his bad leg is killing him but he keeps running. There are more than fifty air vents in the building. Each of them houses danger.
The thing in the vents, the wispy, half-alive being of air that sings in hisses, is angry. Elaine was halfway done banishing it when it noticed her presence and turned its swirling fury against the building it haunts. Every window Cutter passes is broken. The remains of glass shatter spontaneously, turning themselves into dust. The walls shudder. Something inside them is trying to get out.
Two more vents on this floor. In Cutter's hand there are five more cards, each bearing a hand-drawn expulsion circle: tight sigils and crossing lines around a downwards-pointing star. Most of Elaine's explanation of how they work has been beyond his knowledge but as long as it's her, he believes it.
The rest of the cards are with Joy, on the second floor. Elaine has tried to keep her out of this, pleading with her to stay in the lobby, where the expulsion is centered and where it's safe. Of course, there is no force on Earth that could keep Joy from helping. And time is short.
Cutter finds one of the vents in the boiler room. Heat crashes into him the second he opens the door and he staggers back. The air feels like wet cotton. The noise of machinery hums in his ears as he squeezes past the pipes to the square grate on the far wall. He slips a card through the slats. He can swear the smell of ozone gets worse.
He can tell the air-being is still occupied, locked in a battle of wills in the lobby. The awareness is almost physical, as if its attention was a persistent ache in the base of his neck, ready to flare up into burning if he's noticed. But there's only one more vent left. There won't be time for anything to go wrong.
It's just ahead, in a tight maintenance corridor outside the boiler room. Pipes enclose on it, disappearing around a corner, and a fuse box clings to the wall, rattling metallically with the walls' trembling. The vent is behind it, at waist height, obscured by a pile of collapsed plastic containers.
Cutter pushes away the first one when he hears a crack. Metal bending. He looks at the fuse box.
The boiler room explodes. The force rips the door off of its hinges and the walls erupt out. Cutter feels heat, then something slams into his chest. Then he's weightless. The shockwave throws him five metres back, the impact is like a flash of light. Then like darkness.
For what feels like forever, he can't move. He wants to cry out but he can't breathe, something white hot binds his ribcage. He's conscious, he sees the ceiling swaying and blackening above him, but it's like all thought has been knocked out of him along with the air from his lungs. The ringing in his ears is so loud it hurts. Everything else is impossibly distant.
His body reacts on its own. He convulses with the force of the first, involuntary gasp and reality snaps back around him. The air burns, the deafening roar of flames drowns out the shrill noise of breaking metal tanks. He barely hears his radio crack to life.
"Joy to Cutter, what the hell was that?!" Joy yells among the distortion. "Where-"
Elaine's voice cuts her off, pitched down by an electronic drone:
“It saw you. Hurry!”
"Shit," Cutter breathes, trying to get his splayed limbs together. The cards are gone. Panic lurches through him, he pushes up but his arm gives straight away. The floor burns his hands when he feels around it blindly, desperately.
The cards lay scattered only a few feet away. With a pained noise of effort, Cutter rolls onto his side and grabs for them. The paper has begun to curl. The air is so thick now he can barely breathe. It's like a thunderstorm contained within a single room.
There's no time to try and stand. He manages to get his elbows under him and, grabbing at the pipes for balance, he crawls towards the vent. Something stings his side with every motion but adrenaline burns the thought away. Smoke scratches his throat. He coughs, almost collapses again. It's right there. Arm's length.
The plastic boxes warp under his weight when he clambers up them, reaching. The vent's grate bends in his grip. He tears it off with a desperate yell and throws the cards inside.
There's a sound like a razor on glass and then the air pops. The ozone evaporates in an instant. It's replaced by the stench of smoke.
Cutter collapses, heaving painful breaths against the floor. His head reels from the noise, from the sudden change, and from whatever damage the explosion has done. He feels the heat now, hears the cracking of flames encroaching. He still needs to get out of there. The adrenaline has dissipated too, leaving his limbs heavy. He pushes himself up.
A stab of searing pain stops him and forces a short scream out of him. It spreads in waves, in time with his shivering, from a line of living fire in his side.
When he sees it, his stomach turns. A shard of bent metal, as big as his hand, is buried in his flesh, just below the last rib. His shirt is soaked through with blood and ripped to shreds where smaller pieces of debris have cut and stabbed it and opened more wounds. In a daze, Cutter sees the trail of blood smeared across the floor, where he has crawled. His own blood.
"Oh," he says shakily.
It's on his hands, on the boxes, everywhere. With the adrenaline gone, the pain is horrifying, it tears through him with every tiny motion. He can't help a raspy whimper as he curls around the injury, trembling fingers hovering over the metal shard. Instinct begs him to pull it out, to rid his body of this intrusion. Instead, he presses his hand tightly around it, onto the wound. The noise of the fire drowns out his long, shuddering groan.
He has to get out. Has to keep moving. There's no way he can stand up, it hurts too much. He grits his teeth and turns onto his back, gasping as the shard in his side shifts and cuts into muscle. With one hand, he heaves himself up to half-sitting. His head spins. He has to pause, shivering, as the pain builds, seizing his lungs until he's fighting to breathe. The smoke is suffocating.
He pushes with his legs, crawling backwards. His arm barely holds his weight. The fire has spilled from the boiler room now; deadly golden ribbons lick the walls, curling paint and scorching plastic. There's a door just around the corner, where the pipes lead. Cutter just has to make it there. Quiet, ragged sounds of pain keep escaping him on every exhale, every monstrous effort of gaining a foot away from the blaze. He feels the blood trickling between his fingers.
"We almost have it!" Joy's voice cracks through the radio. "Cutter, where are you?"
It takes him two tries to get a proper grip on the device. His hands are too slick with blood, sweat, and melted ink. He's let go of the wound, leaving the metal to jolt and twist through his flesh. He can't let himself collapse. He has to keep moving.
"Boiler room," he rasps into the microphone. "There's, ah- there's a fire."
His voice falters. A small impact shakes him, only a bump against a wall but enough to stoke the pain into an inferno again. He's at the corner. Only a few more meters.
"Shit, what happened?" Joy answers, as if from miles away. "Are you okay? Cutter?"
He can't respond. The radio hangs from his belt loop, scraping on the floor as he drags himself back. Everything is swaying now. The heat is like pressure on his skin, constricting.
When his arm buckles, he doesn't feel the fall. Just the blinding pain again that he has no more strength left to voice.
The corridor seems to darken. His vision goes next.
Then his consciousness.
The fire advances.
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POV ask talic!! (From chaotic-tired-cat💙)
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Talic was moving just as they heard the explosion through their communications hub. He grabbed his first aid kit, a rifle, and ran just in time for Zanvir to activate a portal for him. He met the other side with a bombardment of smoke and ash, spots of fire appearing in his vision from close and far. He coughed and looked around for the rest of the team.
He couldn’t see anyone.
Not time to worry yet. He just got here and the smoke made it difficult to see. He kept his rifle charged as he moved forward, prepared for any Diçian soldiers that might still be lurking. If any were caught in the blast, they might be just as badly injured, but one could never be too sure.
“Hey, medpack!” Talic heard a voice shout not far from his position. He turned and saw movement, a figure he soon realized was Byruk running off to the left. He quickly followed and came into view of Byruk and Lulan kneeling down next to someone. As Talic approached, he saw Lexus’ shocked expression, screaming from the metal shard puncturing through her leg. Byruk was already cutting off the excess.
No…
“Here!” He knelt down next to Byruk, glancing at bruises and cuts on them both. Superficial, and he’d check both of them later in case they were concussed. Lexus would be fine just as soon as he got this thing out and stopped the bleeding. With Lulan and Byruk’s help and a medpack cover, it would all take about fifteen seconds. He looked back at her and tried to smile.
She would be fine, he tried to promise.
She would be fine.
“Alright, we’ve got to be quick…” He directed Lulan and Byruk to hold her up on either side. It’d hurt like hell for her, but they didn’t have any other choice. “Steady her, then lift on three. Ready? One, two, three!”
Lexus was screaming before he ever reached three. The sound of metal pulling through her flesh was made audible only by watching it as blood quickly leaked out as soon as it was removed. Talic quickly wrapped the medpack around the gaping wound and activated it, allowing it to inflate around the tissue and stop the bleeding. Lexus appeared to calm down some as it set, but Talic could still see the signs of shock in her eyes.
“Get her back, now!” He instructed Lulan and grabbed Byruk’s arm. “Byruk, help me find the others.”
He and Byruk rushed to their feet as Lulan carried Lexus out. They turned back to the wreckage, Talic’s eyes now better adjusted to the smoke and light to see the damage inflicted on the area. It was sheer luck the structure was still intact. But it might not be for long.
“There!” Talic spotted a hand in the wreckage and sprinted forward. Blood and dust covered it, but he could see movement in their fingers as they got close. He couldn’t tell who it was yet, but he noticed a pool of blood gathering on the ground from underneath the wreckage.
“C’mon, let’s lift this.” He and Byruk grabbed one side of the debris and started lifting. Talic was already running through the upcoming scenarios in his head.
I’ll have to get Zanvir to help me with triage. Lexus’ wound will hold for a while, I’ll get to her once we figure out who’s worse off. We’ll need blood donors, me, Zanvir, Ganex, Byruk and Lulan don’t look too bad so I can use them too. We have enough painkillers and anesthesia, are there enough stations for everyone injured? Hopefully we won’t have to activate the molecular regeneration pod. Takes up too much power.
Em, please don’t let things get any worse.
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emergency blanket
prompt: emergency blanket (alt no.14)
whumpee: sakari nurmi
fandom: karppi/deadwind
hi this fic is a little different from other stuff in an undefined kinda way...it's set pre-series by a few years at a time in which i imagine sakari has recently moved to helsinki and doesn't work with the police. i enjoyed messing around with this but it is a bit different to my usual stuff idk. hope you like it anyway!
He’s ripped violently out of a deep sleep by the sound of an explosion. The building shakes. Things rattle. Plaster is falling from the ceiling. He knows this because it’s falling on him. 
He leaps out of bed, heart pounding. He knows perfectly well what to do in the event of an explosion, but he’s never actually had to act before - it was always just drills and being ready, but he’d escaped any actual explosions. 
Until now. Plaster is still raining down from the ceiling, which means he should get under a table, but he lives on the third floor. If the floor collapses, the table isn’t going to do him much good. 
He needs to get out. 
He slowly walks across the room and to the door. The floor creaks underneath him but holds steady. The fire alarms - those that work, anyway - are ringing. People are screaming. He feels the door, which isn’t hot, then opens it. 
He’s met with chaos. People are pushing down the hallway towards the stairs and only one of the lightbulbs in the ceiling is working so it’s sort of dark but the fire alarm is flashing and there’s debris scattered over the floor and at the other end of the hall there’s just a hole where there should be a floor. 
He joins his neighbors in the journey to the stairwell and has the brief thought that he should have put on shoes, or a jacket. Once he gets outside, he’s going to be freezing. 
At least you’ll be alive, he reminds himself. This thought is punctuated by a loud crashing noise behind him. Everyone collectively turns around. Something unidentifiable but very much on fire has fallen through the ceiling. People start screaming again, assuming they ever stopped. He nearly gets knocked to the ground as everyone suddenly starts shoving wildly in a now truly desperate attempt to get to the stairs. 
The heat of the fire is steadily growing, though it’s still a good distance away down the hall. Eventually, Sakari makes it into the stairwell. It’s crowded with people coming down from higher floors, but someone grabs his arm and pulls him into the throng and then he’s moving down, down, down, surrounded by people in various states of undress. Some of them are bleeding, burned. He guesses the explosion happened on an upper floor. 
The procession downwards is slow-going, but it is going. He makes it to the second floor, where a few more people push into the group. He supposes most of the people from this floor have already made it down. 
Finally, the exit is in sight. It’s a door marked ‘fire exit, use only in case of emergency.’ It’s been propped open and there’s a blinking light above it. Outside he can hear sirens mixing with the echo of the fire alarm. 
He steps outside. The sidewalk is cold beneath his bare feet, but at least it isn’t snowing. He moves along with a crowd of people. He has no idea where they’re going besides away, which is more than good enough for him. 
He turns back briefly and looks at the building. Part of it, starting on the fifth floor and extending down through the third, is simply gone. Flames lick out of the gaping hole where this part of the building used to be. Here and there he can see fires behind windows, smoke rising into the dark sky. As he looks, part of the fourth floor breaks free from the building and crashes to the ground. People scream. Someone runs into him from behind and he nearly loses his balance. 
“Hey, keep moving!”
He turns away from the horrible scene and keeps walking. At last he figures out what everyone has been walking towards: there’s a barrier being set up by police, who are shouting for people to get behind it. He passes the barrier, at which point the people around him begin to disperse. Some of those who are bleeding are being treated by paramedics. Groups of people huddle together, calling out for people they’ve gotten separated from. He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t have anyone here to join, doesn’t really know his neighbors. He’s not hurt, either, so he can’t go to the medics. Can he just leave? He feels like he can’t. And anyway, where would he go? His car’s broken. He doesn’t have shoes on. He’s kind of trapped. 
He briefly wonders whether any of his things will be salvageable. Whether the firefighters will extinguish the flames before they reach his apartment. He hopes so. He doesn’t have a lot of stuff, and what little he does have is all in there. 
But there’s nothing he can do about that. He forces his thoughts away from his apartment and decides to just walk around. After a few minutes of this aimless walking, he comes to the conclusion that the best thing to do is to simply sit down. 
He finds an empty section of the curb that has a view of the activity and sinks down. On his right is a mailbox, and on his left is a family with two small children. Neither one of them is crying, but their mother is. Something twists inside him. He stands back up, not willing to intrude. 
He walks around a bit more. Tents are being set up next to ambulances, and people are gathering under them, he supposes for medical treatment. There is one tent that has sides as well as a roof. He stares at it and wonders how many people have died. Wonders what exactly had happened. 
He finds himself walking over towards the tents without really thinking about it. He looks in on the scenes beneath them, half imagining that he’ll see someone he knows, but everyone is a stranger. 
“Hey!” someone shouts. He’s been hearing people shout “hey!” for however long it’s been (and really, he realizes, he has absolutely no idea whether it’s been seconds or hours), and only one of those shouts had been directed at him. He isn’t doing anything wrong, to his knowledge, so he figures whoever’s shouting isn’t shouting at him. 
“Hey, come here!” the person shouts again. He looks around, curious to see what’s happening, and makes eye contact with a paramedic. He figures she’ll just wave him along, but instead she nods and calls, “come here!”
“Me?”
“Yes, you.”
He looks down at himself, suddenly wondering whether he’s somehow been bleeding this whole time and had failed to notice. But he’s fine, he thinks. 
“What’s the matter?” he asks, approaching the paramedic. 
“You’re shaking.”
He is? He hadn’t noticed. Now, though, he does. He’s cold. Really cold. And afraid, he realizes, even though the most imminent danger has already passed. 
He exhales sharply. His chest feels tight. He wraps his arms around himself as this whole barrage of previously-unrecognized sensations suddenly hits him all at once. 
Something touches him. He jolts in surprise, and the paramedic gently puts a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay,” she says. “It’s only a blanket.”
It is a blanket. One of those silvery, reflective ones. He’s seen them a few times before, though he’s never actually had one to himself. He had always assumed that people had been stretching the truth, calling the things thermal blankets when to him they had resembled nothing so much as sheets of tinfoil. 
To his surprise, however, the blanket really is quite warm. He pulls it tightly around himself, tucking his arms in underneath it and holding onto it as though it might be taken away from him at any second. 
And then the paramedic gives him another blanket. This one is more normal. It’s thick and not terribly soft but it’s warm, too, and actually feels like a blanket. He draws this one tightly around his body as well, burrowing into the warmth of the layered blankets as much as possible.
“Please come find me or someone else if you don’t stop shivering soon,” the paramedic tells him, and he nods and watches her hurry off to help another paramedic with a man whose whole torso is covered in blood. 
Still shivering and overwhelmed, Sakari again finds himself a place to sit, this time beneath the tent, near the back of an open ambulance. 
The ground is frigid beneath him, and even when he adjusts the blankets so he can sit on them, he can still feel it. He tucks himself into as tight a ball as he can manage and wraps the blankets around himself again, trying especially hard to cover both his feet and his arms. Again he wishes that he had brought his shoes, or that at least he had gone to bed wearing socks. 
But he hadn’t, and now he’s here, sitting on the freezing, hard ground and shaking so hard he almost feels sick. He tries to focus on getting warm, tries not to think about the explosion. Tries not to imagine getting caught in the flames, trapped by the rubble. He’s lucky, he supposes. Bad things always seem to happen to the people around him, and not to him. 
It doesn’t feel like luck. It feels like a horrible mixture of fear and guilt squeezing him from the inside out. He pulls the blankets still tighter around his body and wonders if the shaking will ever stop.
thanks for reading! i hope you enjoyed this even though it was a bit weird. i just love exploring his backstory and making shit up :) see you tomorrow!!
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marvel’s the amazing spider-man (2018) - issues 75 & 76
enraged by ben reilly’s high-tech spider-man suit, the u-foes release a dangerous radiation attack. while ben is fine, peter parker’s suit is no match for the high dosage and he collapses from radiation poisoning.
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Unforseen Casualty
@irathgo @smellofsnoww @luna-rein
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Keir did his assigned tasks while specific eyes kept their attention on him.
Mein, an old friend of his mother. She didn't look happy having him there but he didn't care for her right now. He turned his head away from her and kept working.
Another one of his projects. He could see the frustration in her eyes even though she kept a calm demeanor while giving orders.
He picked up a box, offloading another from the truck while keeping a defiant gaze on Mein.
She kept her eye on him until he disappeared into the large building.
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Keir's back slammed into the wall. He was just walking out of the warehouse to have his break when she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him aside.
"Leave," she ordered in a low tone.
He just stared at her with a slight look of annoyance.
"I will," he answered.
"When?" She demanded.
"When I'm done," Keir answered.
She dug his back deeper into the wall, he stared her down and didn't break eye contact.
"Now you listen here kid," she began in a threatening tone. "If you don't leave I'll…."
"What?" He interrupted her, "Tell on me?"
Mein grit her teeth but didn't answer him. They kept on with the staring match until he pulled her hand from his chest and she stepped back. She was seething.
"Don't get in the way," he told her and then walked away.
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Keir managed to get away from Mein's constant gaze and sneak away to do what he really needed to do. He put his plan in motion setting up tiny explosives in different areas, mainly the boxes and barrels.
He set things up and was half way done when he spotted something. One of the barrels was leaking out something that looked odd. He got closer and touched the substance. This isn't right.
He checked the others and the others.
"Shit," he cursed. Most of these were explosive. These guys aren't into this business. He wondered if the others knew, but still if there would be a change in products he would have known.
He needs to stop his own explosives or else this will be too big of a problem for him.
He ran to his but stopped when something caught his gaze. He blinked at the tiny bomb. That's not his. He gulped someone set the timer and he needed to get out.
He sprinted out, this was a set from the beginning someone else targeted them before he could.
He managed to get out of the building a considerable distance.
"Yo, Steve," someone called behind him, using his alias for the day. He was a younger guy that's been hanging around Keir for a while now and he was assigned to teach the kid about the job to make sure he doesn't mess up.
Keir turned back. The kid was looking in the building. He began running towards him. That place could blow any moment now.
The kid got inside.
Keir ran faster. He was getting close but the kid seemed to run outside the building too. He probably saw it.
Before he could do anything else he was thrown back by the force of the explosion. It knocked Keir against a wall so hard he hit his head and knocked him out immediately.
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When he woke up, there was a ringing in his ears and warm dust in his throat. Keir looked around the place, most of his vision was blurred but he could make out something orange and red dancing all around. It was hot and his head hurt. It was pounding making it hard for him to remember what he was doing before let alone figure out what happened. He felt something roll down the side of his head, he touched the back and it came out wet and sticky.
After a while the ringing stopped and he could somewhat see. His mind was still hazy and his balance was off. Because he managed to stand up but found it hard to stay up.
He heard a loud groaning like someone was in pain, Keir looked up. Then he remembered the kid got caught up in the explosion.
He tried to stand again it was hard but he got the hang of it somewhat. He moved closer stumbling towards the kid, getting close until someone grabbed him and began leading him away before he could even protest.
Keir let the stranger lead him, to be honest he was still a little confused and all this running is making him sick.
He yanked his arm away and knelt down holding his knees as he threw up.
When he was done the person placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You need to get out of here immediately," the person said.
Keir flicked their arm away and he stood up to look at whoever this was supposed to be.
Mein watched him as he failed to stand up straight let alone walk. He was covered in scratches and dark blood fell from the side of his head. His dark black hair was now grey from the ash.
"What are you doing here?" Keir demanded, there wasn't much power in his voice as he struggled to catch his breath.
"Saving your life you little brat." She responded. Mein took his wrist again "now let's go before you get yourself killed,"
"I can't leave," he protested, feeling more and more weak. "I need…. to…. go back…..for Jonathan,"
"Keir, if you…." She began but paused. Her eyes and mouth went wide as she looked down at the blood leaking from the boy's side.
"Keir," she said, looking up at him. "Keir you're injured,"
"What?" He looked down and saw the shard of glass lunged in his side. How didn't he see that let alone feel it? That explains why he's been feeling weaker and weaker.
Mein kept her eyes on the wound, not sure what to do.
Keir blinked at it too, getting sleepy the more he stayed standing there until he couldn't stay awake anymore and his eyes rolled back, his legs turning into jelly while he fell.
Mein caught him before he could hit the ground.
"Damn it kid," she cursed then began leading him to her car.
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The first thing he noticed as he began to wake up was the pain all over his body. Especially his side.
Keir cracked his eye open, he looked around, he doesn't recognize the place. He sat up slowly bitting back cries of pain.
Sitting up he could see the bandages around his stomach and he felt some around his head.
That explains the pain but whose place is this?
Most of the night before was mainly a blur but he could easily remember the explosion it wasn't him that set it and…. And… and the kid. The kid got caught in the explosion. He needed to get the kid some help.
Keir moved his legs slowly as he tried to get off the bed. He managed to get himself off the bed. Pulling on a loose shirt that was by the bed.
Then he moved out the bedroom, holding on to his side each time the pain was pulsing. He was more or less dragging himself along than walking.
He reached what looked to be the living room. No pictures to identify the owner but there was one. He moved closer to see and it was a picture of him when he a kid. He looked 14. That was when he was at his birthday at some Pizza restaurant with his moms and a few friends.
Keir stared at the picture for a little bit. Trying to figure out whoever the owner was. Cause they obviously know him.
He looked around again. It wasn't very big place but comfy. It's even smaller than James loft.
"You're awake," a woman's voice announced at the door.
Keir dropped the picture startled from Mein's sudden entrance. He looked at her and then looked at the broken picture frame.
"Sorry," he said as he tried to kneel down to pick up the pieces of glass.
"It's okay, leave it," Mein told him as she moved closer.
She bent down and began cleaning before he could. Well that was a good idea the wound hurt too much.
She finished picking the pieces up, she threw them in the small trash can by the side then brought out a broom.
"You brought me here?" Keir asked as she continued sweeping the tinnier pieces.
"Yes, you were hurt pretty bad. You don't remember?"
"A little," he answered.
"Yeah well you hit your head too." She brushed the dirt in a pan and then the tiny trash can.
"Your heads already messed up enough already,"
She took the broom back the headed back in.
"You shouldn't be out of bed Keir," Mein stated with a tired worried look on her face.
"I just have to find something out," he answered her.
"Can't it wait?" She asked.
"No,"
"Kid, you are in no shape to be moving." She motioned at his wounds. A fully visible bandage around his head and stomach. Some stitches and Band-Aids around his arm and face. "You shouldn't be moving, right, now."
"You don't understand," Keir argued.
"Make me,"
He hesitated, gritting his teeth.
"Well explain to me why you would set explosives and forget to run."
"That wasn't me," Keir let out.
Mein raised an eyebrow at the boy.
"What do you mean it wasn't you?"
"I mean I did set up explosives, but I didn't blow the place up." He cleared up. "Someone else did."
"What do you mean?" She asked again.
"I…. I don't know exactly but some kid got caught in it while looking for me."
"Jonathan?" Mein checked. She got off with some people about the incident and heard that only that kid got hurt and they didn't mention anything about Keir.
Keir turned to her. "Yeah, do you know what happened to him ? Is he alright?"
"I don't know exactly but he's in hospital and it doesn't sound too good."
"Oh…." He looked away, his shoulder slightly slumping. "It's my fault."
Mein shook her head. Then put her hand on his shoulder. He shivered slightly from her cold hand.
"You'll think about the kid later," she said. "Right now we need to focus on who set the explosives, if it wasn't you,"
"It wasn't me," he clarified.
"Alright I believe you."
He looked up at her not expecting her to actually listen.
"Also it wasn't your fault it was the person that set the explosives."
"But the kid was looking for me,"
"It's okay kid, it's okay you couldn't have controlled that one." Mein rubbed his back a little.
"But come on, you need to get back to bed. We'll continue this after you get some more rest."
She began leading him to the bedroom with a gentle hand. He let her. He was tired already and everything still hurt.
"You're a little wet," he said looking down at her clothes.
"I was washing your blood out of my car," she answered.
Mein helped him back in bed, he bit back a slight cry of pain.
He was laying down but it still hurt so much.
"I'll get something to help with that." She noticed the expression of pain across his face.
He didn't say anything but she left and came back, with a tiny medicine box. She pulled out a small bottle and syringe. She emptied the bottle's contents into the syringe.
"Give me your hand," she said and Keir just did as told.
Mein cleaned the area then injected the painkillers in.
"There we go." She said, pulling needle out.
"It's going to make you drowsy, so don't fight it."
He nodded, "thanks,"
"No need," she said and then checked his wound, "You're an annoyance but you're still Evren's kid."
The medicine was working and the pain was getting dull but he was also starting to feel sleepy.
Mein sat next to him, pulling her fingers through his dark hair. While he slowly began to fall asleep. His eyes finally closed and he was quiet.
He really has grown, she was sure Evren and Edna would love to see that he's still compassionate.
She kept stroking his hair as he slept for a little longer. Until she stopped and went to make him something for when he wakes up.
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