forum Oblivion // One on One // Closed

Started November 25, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Alright," he said, turning the ATV off and shifting the car into park. "I'mma get you inside. The initial step out is probably gonna hurt like a bitch, but there's not much I can do about it."

“Just do what you gotta do. As long as I survive then I don’t care.” She replied, already bracing herself for the pain that was about to shoot up her arm.

He opened up the car door and slipped out, trying to stay as stable as possible as he walked for the door.

"Mind typing in the passcode?" he asked, nodding towards the keypad next to the door. "It's 7645."

When they got out the car, she let out the faintest whimper before nodded, “Yeah, I got it.” She reached out, mumbling the numbers to herself as she punched them into the keypad.

Jack immediately turned to the right and took her into the closest room, gently laying her down on the table/.

"This'll analyze your wounds and figure out the best way to fix it, alright?" he said, picking up a tablet from next to her and tapping on it idly.

The room's lights went dim as the table lit up. It produced a slight bit of heat that seemed to move from the top of her head to her feet and back again. The lights cut on after the third scan and Jack read off the readings: "Well, you got a concussion, a dislocated shoulder (called it), and a broken rib."

“I could have told you that myself,” Brooke replied, lifting her head slightly to get a good look around the room. She hadn’t seen anything this high tech for a while, and this clean, “Well, apart from the broken rib.”

"Alright, um….this is a bit awkward, again, but I need to actually see your shoulder to fix it." He gestured to her shirt. "That needs to come off so I can put it back into place."

Brooke sighed, “You gotta do what you gotta do I guess.” Carefully, she removed her good arm from her jacket sleeve, then slowly took the entire jacket off, wincing occasionally. Then with great skill, managed to take her shirt off.

"This is going to hurt. Badly," he warned, walking around behind her and putting a light hand on her shoulder. "It'll be quick, though, I swear. You ready?"

“Yep, do your worst.” She gritted her teeth, prepping herself. The quicker they got this done the better.

He used his other hand to grip her upper arm, then with a grunt, he jerked it into place. It seemed to be a very violent and imprecise action, but in truth it was a very controlled procedure. It made a loud snap! noise when it backed into its socket.

"You gotta move it immediately," Jack said, backing away from her and turning to the bandage drawer.

“Ah FUCK!” Brooke sucked in air through her teeth, starting to move her shoulder as instructed, “God damn I never want to do that ever again.”

"There isn't much I can do for the ribs other than wrap you up in some Ace bandages," he said, pulling out the roll of cloth from the cabinet and closing the door. "Mind lifting your arms?"

She lifted her arms, wincing slightly at the lingering pain, “How many times have you had to do this? You’re like a professional medic at this point.”

"That's what I was in the military," he said, reaching both of his arms around her and beginning to unwind the bandage around her torso. "It's the reason why I survived losing my arm. I had to dress it with one hand, which was no easy task."

“Yeah, I can imagine.” She sighed, watching the bandage go round and round, “I don’t think I could handle losing a limb, especially an arm.”

"Well, it's much easier to cope with when you get a replacement that's seven times stronger than your usual one," he said, wrapping the bandages lower and lower until his entire torso was covered with it. "Plus, it looks pretty damn cool. That ain't even the worst injury I suffered before."

“How is losing a limb not the worst injury you’ve ever suffered?” Brooke raised an eyebrow, looking up at Jack. Her head tilted slightly to the side, confusion and intrigue written on her face.

He walked around so he was in her field of vision, but kept his back to her. A jagged, purplish-red scar sliced through the hair on the back of his head and traveled all the way down his spine, ending just before his ass crack.

"I was involved with a head on collision with one of those damn aliens," he explained, scratching part of the skull despite how bad is appeared. "It damn near ripped me in half."

“Stars…” Her mouth dropped and she covered it with her hand. Her eye scanned the scar, from top to bottom then back again, “I’m so sorry.”

Jack waved her off, walking behind her again and continuing to wrap up her torso. "Pssshhhh, it's fine. My spinal tube was ruptured, so I didn't feel a fucking thing. Got me a new spine for it, though, so that was cool."

She rolled her eyes with a small shake of her head, “Yeah, sure, cool. Because an injury of that significance is cool and not deadly. You could have died.”

He gave her a light jab on a tender spot on her back in retaliation to the comment. "I'm startin' to think I shoulda left you on that fuckin' ship."

Brooke hissed a little and frowned, thought I was more of a pout, “Fine fine, I’ll shut up… but I’m just saying…”

"You don't get to sit around and sulk after somethin' bad happens to you down here," he said, finishing the Ace bandages and taping the ends of them down. "You take it with a grain of salt and find any good you can get out of it."