fields of green.— [riptide | day one]
Jun 22, 2021 22:51:03 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2021 22:51:03 GMT -5
" 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕. "
When they made it to the picnic fields, Six finally felt a wave of relief washing over him. This felt like a safe stop for him and a reminder of home in part. The high weeds reminded him of the empty land found between farms back in District Eleven. The weeds also gave him hope. Some of those had to be medicinal or edible, there were way too many for them to all just be plain old weeds. He made a note to make sure to look through them by the end of the day.
But right now? His adrenaline had just warn off since he was to safety. And as the adrenaline faded, the pain from his shin hit him all at once - crashing over him like a tidal wave. He grabbed the nearest table, letting go of Thad who had been helping him here the whole way. He slowly got onto the bench connected to the table. He took up the whole bench so he could have his hurt leg straightened. Six didn't realise how hurt his leg was until now.
He knew he hurt it but he assumed it was so some of sprain or strain, but now he saw it. His shin was badly bruised, but it was already starting to swell up like a balloon. The area that was unbruised looked sunburnt with the redness around it. The moment he touched it, he flinched, instantly moving his hand off of it. This was worse than what he thought. But, he considered himself lucky. He had seen limbs get severed watching past Hunger Games. His leg was still attached to him, meaning it could still be fixed.
He hadn't looked at what the silver parachute had delivered him previously, just putting everything into his fanny pack so they could hurry and go. Now, he hoped there was something he could use for his leg. He slowly pulled things out of his fanny pack, looking for something of use. The first thing he found was a butterfly knife, at least now he wasn't defenseless. Then he pulled out a medical kit. He set the kit and the knife on the table, zipping the back so if he flinched nothing would fall out.
Opening up the medkit revealed bandages and a thread with needle. He could make this work. He decided to leave the thread and needle for worse injuries - if they sponsored someone like him a weapon he didn't want to see what Julian and Emerson would end up with, after all he had no clue who had died yet. Plus, the wound hadn't broken his skin. It wouldn't do much for this injury. He did what he could for his leg before going through the rest of his sponsored items and putting everything back into the fanny pack.
Then Six laid back onto the bench. He wanted to explore the area of course, but right now he needed to just try to work through the pain, hoping the first aid he did would be enough. When he was doing his first aid, all of the movement and touching of the injury finally made him start crying. Crying wasn't the best look, but he was proud of himself for holding it in for so long. He just wanted a moment to lay there and cry, to let out everything he couldn't let out and to feel everything that the adrenaline had numbed.
[ six o'malley uses first aid (-3 damage) ]
[ six o'malley uses 5 feet of bandages (-1 damage) ]
[ quote by shane koyczan ]
[ six o'malley uses 5 feet of bandages (-1 damage) ]
[ quote by shane koyczan ]