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No one died.
That was the good news.
The less good news was that Roach was currently stitching up his foot, Buttons was feeding bits of his torn flesh to the bird, and Lucius was trying and failing to dress a gunshot wound in his calf while Pete was trying to figure out how to reset a dislocated shoulder and help Lucius at the same time.
Black beards crew seemed to be mostly unscathed thankfully, instead helping those who had gotten hurt along with cataloging damage to the ship. Mostly advising Buttons not to feed human flesh to Karl.
Things were mostly okay, though if they didn’t know any better when Izzy first spotted Lucius and Pete, it was almost like he made a b-line straight for them.
“The fuck happened to you two?” he asked peering down to the pair, currently on the deck, one gripping their shoulder, the other trying to compress the bullet wound.
“Got shot, got ran into,” Lucius said pointing down to his leg and then to Pete's shoulder.
Izzy let out a low growl that almost sounded like ‘Jesus christ’ before walking away, and coming back with a black leather bag.
“You first,” he said sitting down on the ground in front of Lucius with a groan, pulling his leg over by him, carefully peeling back the cloth being held over it.
“Anything wrong with the rest of you?” he asked Pete who just stared dumbfounded.
“Your helping?” Pete asked.
“If bonnet loses his whipping boy he’ll be even more of a fuckin ass than he already is.” Izzy chided pulling a bottle out of the bag and handing it to Lucius.
“Three gulps,” he instructed.
Lucius sniffed it, gagged, looking at Izzy offended, before taking the first mouthful and swallowing.
“Dear God!” he cursed face screwing up.
“Two more, you’ll need it, trust me,” Izzy said absently, one hand holding the cloth, the other digging through the bag.
“I wouldn’t trust you as far as I could throw you,” Lucius said bluntly, getting a flat look from the man.
“fine, don’t have it.” he shrugged holding his hand out for the bottle.
Lucius shook his head, pulling the bottle protectively to his chest, before taking two more gulps, shivering as it went down. handing it back, exchanging it for a tough strip of leather.
“That between your teeth,” he ordered, leaving no room for argument. Lucius glanced over at Pete who was watching Izzy’s moves carefully, ever a protective partner.
“You two,” Izzy called to Jim and Oluwande nodding his head to come over.
Once there he had them get to either side of Lucius to hold him down.
“How can I help?” Pete jumped in seeing Lucius beginning to look out of it the more time passed.
Izzy just looked at him with one brow raised before shrugging.
“Prop his head?” he suggested, rather nonplused before going back to inspect the wound.
Pete scooted forward-leaning Lucius’s head in his lap as he seemed to be dozing in a state of drunkenness three gulps shouldn’t be able to do.
Lucius jerked suddenly, letting out a yelp, biting down when Izzy began digging around for the bullet, unprompted.
“Hey, a lil warning next time dumb ass!” Jim cursed, surprised by the sudden movement.
“You know, of all the people here, I can confidently say that I hate you the least,” Izzy said to Jim absently as he continued digging.
“Wish I could say the same.” Jim bit back holding Lucius down as he jerked again teeth digging deeper into the leather as Izzy worked.
When the bullet was out, everyone let out a collective sigh of relief. It ended up short-lived when Izzy went and poured the alcohol onto the wound making Lucius scream and try and getaway.
“It’ll burn,” Izzy said as an afterthought, earning three annoying glares and one drunken one as he took out a needle and thread beginning to stitch it closed.
When he finally finished and tucked the supplies away, he turned to Lucius.
“No jumping in the ocean, no scratching, if you find it infected I’ll be happy to chop it off for you,” he said flatly before turning to Pete.
“Lay ‘im down, come over here,” he instructed.
Pete gently did so, Lucius out like a light after all that, and came over next to Izzy who poked and prodded at his arm noting where it hurt, going to take the strip of leather and handing it to Pete.
“No booze?” he asked a little put out that he didn’t at least get an easy high to numb it.
“Not for this one I’m afraid, take bonnets brandy if you're that plused.” he shrugged before having Pete lay flat on his stomach, leather between his teeth as Izzy straddled him one knee pressed to the small of Petes back.
“On three, push into the deck,” he instructed taking hold of Pete's upper arm and shoulder.
“One… two… three!” with that Pete did his best to push down as Izzy pulled. A loud pop was heard before a groan of pain as Izzy got up.
“Avoid using that arm when you can,” Izzy instructed beginning to pack the bag.
“Thanks…” Pete said after a moment of hesitation.
Izzy shrugged.
“I couldn't let you just up and die on me could I?.” he asked meeting Pete's eyes before grinning.
“I have big plans for your death, can't let you go ruinin’ them.” he walked away at that, taking the bag with him down to his quarters leaving Pete to stare after him a little dumbfounded.