Post #2684347 in Island of the Damned, a roleplay on RPG

Haven had wondered why she didn't trust this him, but once she heard him speak she knew he had been the man that knocked her out. Her frown deepened but she didn't say anything else as they made their way to Marc's truck. It took them a good ten minutes to get to where Marc had parked his truck, which was in the driveway of a small brick home. Pulling out a set of keys from his pocket Marc opened the truck and reached into the cab, looking for his supplies while Haven and Jenga waited behind the truck. Haven pulled down the tailgate and lifted herself up to sit, taking pressure off her leg that made her sigh in relief.

"Let me see your arm" Haven ordered Jenga, who in turn lifted her arm for Haven to inspect. Haven grumbled quietly as she spotted signs of a bacterial infection, most likely from the river water getting into the tissue.

"We are going to need to clean this properly, warm water and soap should get rid of most of the bacteria then we should stitch it before reapplying that ointment. If we don't do it right that bacteria from the river could make us sick, I'm surprised we haven't suffered from a fever or nausea yet" Haven informed Jenga. At least those years of Med school wouldn't go to waste, all depending on how far the sickness spans into the future doctor's would be a rarity especially those with advanced knowledge of the human anatomy and surgeon skills. Haven remembered Marc mentioning something about being a doctor but she didn't know what kind of doctor.

Letting go of Jenga's arm Haven painfully maneuvered her own bandage off, inspecting the deep wound on her leg. Once again signs of bacterial infection were obvious which made her sign in irritation. Blood flow had slowed, her body probably working over time to stop her from bleeding out. Upon inspection Haven cursed, spotting a couple small rocks embedded into the inside meat of her leg. Thankfully she had tweezers in her bathroom bag. Un-shouldering her backpack Haven opened it up and searched for her tweezers, which were easily spotted being a flashy neon yellow.

"Hey y'all I found my kit and I've got some thread and needles" Marc sudden popped up from behind them, making Haven jump and point her tweezers at him. Sadly when that group had attacked her she lost her knife.

"What on earth do y'all think your gonna do with those?" Marc chuckled, a small grin brightening his face briefly. Haven only scoffed, not answering. With slight anger she snatched the medical kit from Marc's grasp, pocketed the tweezers and gingerly hopped down from the truck.

"We need to go inside, where there is still running, warm water. These wounds aren't going to clean themselves" Haven snapped as she started walking towards the door, Marc and Jenga right on her tail. As she assumed Marc and his previous gang had already scavenged the place. She cautiously walked inside, unsure if anything had gotten in. Jenga took the lead, gun at the ready. Haven and Marc waited by the door which Haven closed just to make sure. Once Jenga came back and gave the thumbs up Haven grabbed her uninjured arm and went to the kitchen. Grabbing the dish soap and turning on the water Haven waited until it was the perfect temperature before cleaning Jenga's cut, making sure to be as gentle as she could. Once she was sure it was clean Haven lead Jenga to the kitchen table and instructed she sit down. Going into 'Doctor Mode' as her dad had so endearingly called it Haven placed everything she needed from Marc's kit onto the table before sitting down herself.

"Make yourself useful and check the freezer for ice then come hold my phone" Haven snapped at Marc as she dug her phone from out of her backpack and turned on the flashlight app before handing it to him. He didn't look happy as Haven bossed him around but he complied, searching the fridge freezer for ice which he wrapped in a kitchen towel before handing it to her and taking her phone which he shone on Jenga's arm. Haven let the ice sit on Jenga's wound for a while, touching it everything once and a while and asking Jenga if she left anything. Once the wound was as numbed as it was going to get Haven readied the needle and started working on stitching Jenga's arm.

She did it as quick as she could but Haven couldn't help but feel guilty every time Jenga flinched or voiced her pain. Once Haven finished she inspected her work, quite proud of the perfect stitch she did. She then grabbed the ointment from Jenga's bag and spread it around the closed wound before wrapping it in new bandages from Marc's kit.

"There that should do it" Haven said proudly, briefly forgetting about her own wound which then throbbed in pain.

"Alright me now I guess" she said before standing up and walking to the bathroom, grabbing the dish soap on her way. Haven would have to use the bath tub to wash her wound. After finding the bathroom Haven took a seat on the edge of the tub and turned on the water. Grabbing the tweezers from her pocket Haven gulped before using the tweezers to fish out the small rocks. It took her a good twenty minutes to get everything out and wash up her wound. Once she finished Haven limped back to the kitchen table and iced her wound before she starting stitching.

Haven had to pause every once and a while as she clenched her fists and groaned in pain as she stitched up her wound. She had to stop halfway, unable to finish on her own.

"Hey Marc....hand Jenga the phone and go wash your hands I'll need you to continue where I stopped" Haven ordered, glaring at the older man who gave her a surprised look before complying. Haven had a feeling the only reason he was complaining about her commands was because he felt slightly guilty for knocking her out. But that was only her guess.

After Marc washed his hands he got down on his knees and continued to finish stitching Haven up. Once done Haven sighed in relief before applying the ointment and wrapping up her wound. She then turned to Marc.

"Thanks, but don't think for a moment that I trust you. I know it was you who had knocked me out" Haven growled.

Oh my gosh. Its so long lol

Snippet #2684347

located in Hawaii, a part of Island of the Damned, one of the many universes on RPG.

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