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“You’re pressing too hard!” Chance hissed, his arm jerking back from Shedletsky’s hold. After a rather tiring round against John Doe, the players were back in the house. But for some reason, Chance still had his injuries from the round. He got roughed up badly; there was a particularly nasty gash on his bicep, the skin was torn open to look like a jelly doughnut.
Shedletsky rolled his eyes. This might’ve been the sixth or seventh time Chance had complained about this. “Listen, I’m being as careful as I can, but it’s pretty damn difficult to be as delicate as a feather tending to an injury like this.” His face scrunched up as he took another glance at Chance’s arm. It made him feel nauseous.
Chance shut up for a while after that, not wanting to seem ungrateful for Shedletsky’s help. The pain slightly lessened, but it was still there. Every wipe of blood was like a cheese grater was scraping on his arm. It took everything not to start bawling. You’d think after so many rounds he would’ve gotten used to getting hurt. He didn’t. None of them did.
“Shedletsky, really, I tip my hat to you for helping me out, but..is there someone else that can help my arm..? Someone not so rough?” Chance asked nervously. He groaned when Shedletsky pressed a little harder to his wound, which he assumed was payback. Sensitive guy. Chance continued. “I don't mean it in a bad way! You’re great! But hey, how about Two Time?” Sure Two Time kind of creeped Chance out, but he seemed like the kind of guy to be careful handling things like this.
“Ah..uh…” Shedletsky’s eyes squinted, trying to recall what Two Time was busy with. “He’s praying to his god. You know. That Spawn he’s always rambling about.” He tossed a bloodied tissue and grabbed a clean one. Chance sighed, tilting his head back a little. “Dusekkar? He’s wise and all…he must have more knowledge on this.”
“Asleep.”
“Elliot?” Surely Elliot had dealt with accidents in the pizzeria he worked at.
“Not sure where he is.”
“Builderman?”
“Busy exploring outside. Can’t bother trying to find him among the trees.”
“Noob..?”
“…you really want to trust *that* kid with a task like this?”
“Ugh…”
“Oh my god…Chance? Shedletsky, what happened?” Both Shedletsky and Chance looked up. Guest 1337 stood in the doorway, very clearly concerned about what he was looking at. Shedletsky gave him half a wave, turning his head over his shoulder. “His injuries from the last ‘game’ remained. I’ve been trying to keep the blood from spilling but uh…yeah.”
“Guest..hey..” Chance said weakly, slightly thankful Shedletsky wasn’t touching his arm anymore. He sat up in his chair a little, curling into himself immediately. Guest walked over, placing his hand on the gambler’s good shoulder. “Don’t move too much.” He swallowed a lump in his throat. Guest has certainly seen a lot worse during his time in the army, but this just looked painful. He felt even sicker imagining how Chance felt. Guest took a deep breath and took a closer look, his. Some bits of…napkin was attached to the visible flesh. “Shedletsky. What have you been doing this entire time?”
Shedletsky blinked at the sudden change in Guest’s tone. Chance was a tad surprised as well. Guest 1337 was usually serious, yes, but he sounded upset. Shedletsky stood up straighter, clearing his throat. “Well um, I was only tryna stop the bleeding. I’m not too snazzy with..actual aiding, you know? It’s not like we have any aid kits around he—“
“You didn’t think about coming to me?” Guest cut him off, pulling away from Chance. He gave no room for Shedletsky to reply, continuing. “I was in the army, Shedletsky! I’m trained for situations like these! Don’t you have a brain?!”
“It’s not that serious, Guest!” Shedletsky tried to defend himself, raising his hands up in the air. “I forgot you were around. I would’ve taken him first to you if I knew, okay? You’re here now, right?”
“That’s not the poi-“ Guest sighed. Trying to reason with a man like Shedletsky was proven to be difficult every time. “You can see yourself out. I’ll take it from here.” Shedletsky looked between Guest and Chance, scratching behind his head as he walked out. “Knock yourself out…get better, Chance.”
“Yup…thanks, pal.” Chance called out as Shedletsky left. He noticed Guest was staring at his wounds with an odd look in his eyes. Of course Guest would worry, he literally throws himself into the killer so another survivor could have enough time to run away. He just looked a lot more concerned. Chance let out a small, strained laugh, raising his hand up. “Quit looking at me like that. I’ll bet you my lucky coin that I’m gonna be A-okay by next round.”
Guest couldn’t help but smile, even in a situation like this. He gently grabbed Chance’s hand and lowered it back down, squeezing his wrist. “Didn’t that coin lead to your gun blowing up on you earlier?” He shook his head when Chance couldn’t find anything to say. “Even if you will be fine, I still want to make sure you’re better now.” Guest slipped off his shirt and fixed his undershirt, stepping closer to Chance. “I can’t promise you this won’t hurt. But can you try to stay still for me?”
“Yeah..yeah..I got you.” Chance bit down on his tongue as Guest wrapped the piece of clothing around his wound, using it as a form of bandage since there weren’t any rolls of gauze around here. This was hurting like hell. Guest’s hands were quick and precise, tying the shirt in a knot tight enough to suppress the blood from leaking any further. He took a few tissues that Shedletsky was originally using, wiping off leftover blood. “Something we did back in the military if we didn’t..if there wasn’t any medical assistance available and the injury was only something like this. Take it easy for as long as you can, alright? I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“Huh..” It was still hurting, but his arm felt a lot better than it was under the care of Shedletsky. A small grin came onto his face. Guest might be one of the only people here he knows he can rely on. Always. “I can always count on you, huh? I’ll take your advice, doc. But seriously. Thanks a ton. I was thanking God left and right when you walked in.”
“Haha..” Guest’s shoulders relaxed seeing Chance back to his upbeat self. Well, the most upbeat he could get in this position. He cautiously pulled Chance up, his hand on his shoulder. “I do my best to help you guys. I’ll take you to your room and stay with you for a few, okay? Just to make sure you get there safely.”