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Fallen Catalyst and Fiera
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Mar 12, 2016 05:55PM
"It's alright Zia." Ari whispered. She grabbed an old extra t-shirt from her bag and used it to wrap up Zia's arm. She had enough medical training from her mom that she probably could stitch Zia's arm up but she didn't have the supplies that she needed. "Can you drive? It's maybe five to ten more minutes to get to Night and Green.." Ari asked, calm.
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Zia blinked, then nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I think I can." She stumbled a little as she got to her feet, but that was more nerves than anything else.
Ari stayed by her side the entire way. Over the past week or so, the two had gotten to know each other more and had become friends.
Zia loves having Ari around. She was fun, and could handle how....strange Zia was. She carefully climbed onto the bike, being careful of his arm.
Ari got on behind Zia. She gently put her hand over the shirt she'd tied around Zia's arm, applying pressure to the wound.
Zia drove as fast as she dared, luckily they didn't have to go at. It only took about twenty minutes to reach the small building.
Night headed outside, startled by the shout. "What's wrong?" He asked.Zia waved with her non-injured arm. "Hey Night."
"Zia come on. Let's get you inside so I can stitch up your arm." Ari told her gently. "She got hit by a raygun." She told Night.
"She what?" Night asked, walking alongside the pair as they headed into the shack. "What happened?""Ambush." Zia said simply.
Ari kept pressure on Zia's wound as they walked inside. She was still wearing her beanie but her hair had come loose from how she had tied it up so some strands had fallen out from under her hat.
Night didn't comment on Ari's hair, not really noticing it. "Is everything okay?" He asked, panicking.Zia rolled her eyes. "Yes Night, everything's fine. I've just been shot in the arm!"
Ari rolled her eyes in annoyance. "He doesn't do well with blood, does he?" Ari asked Zia.Green was inside.
"We were ambushed. I got shit. Ari can fix it, but she needs help." Zia explained quickly.Night retreated into a corner. "I'll just. Sit here," he said.
"Okay. What do you need?" Green asked. Ari quickly listed off the few things she needed that she didn't have in her bag. She led Zia to a chair and made her sit down.
Zia sat with no argument, she knew Ari knew what she was doing and she was going to make this as easy as possible.
Green gathered what Ari needed. Ari kept pressure on Zia's wound with one hand, using hef free hand to get some stuff from her bag.
"Is there anything I can do?" Zia asked. She wasn't good with blood either, though she was nowhere near as bad as Night.
"Umm, I recommend just trying to relax because it's probably gonna hurt like hell." Ari said Gently. She finished getting what she needed to stitch Zia up ready.
"Sorry." Zia said, then decided that she should probably shut up. Night watched anxiously from the corner.
"Don't be sorry. I get it. And I'm gonna try and be gentle." Ari replied. She unwrapped the shirt from Zia's arm and looked at the wound, biting her lip.
"Not as bad as I thought it was earlier. It grazed your arm pretty badly but it didn't damage anything important.." Ari said softly.
"Yeah." Ari nodded. She grabbed the disinfectant she had along with some cloth she'd asked Green for. "This will keep it from getting infected but it's really going to sting." She explained.
Green was still, letting Zia squeeze his hand. Ari quickly and gently cleaned the wound, Biting her lip.
"No. It won't." Ari quickly finished cleaning the wound. "I'm going to stitch it up now. And then that's it.." Ari replied as she grabbed what she needed to stitch up the wound.
Ari stitched up the wound. She tried to be gentle but she needed to make sure she closed up The wound too.
Zia didn't complain, in fact she didn't say or do anything at all. She knew Ari knew what she was doing, and she trusted the other girl to fix this. She could stand the pain and the downright weirdness of having a needle in her arm.
Ari finished up stitching the wound, cutting the string she had used and setting the excess along with the needle on the table. She grabbed a clean piece of cloth and wrapped Zia'a arm, covering the wound.
"Are you done?" Zia asked. She'd closed her eyes about halfway through the process, and now opened one of them.


