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“How didn’t you know you had been stabbed?!” Piers yelled at you as he pulled out the first aid kit from one of the storage cupboards in his room. You were sat on his bed, an arm wrapped around your stomach as your gaze focused on his frantic movements. Apart of you felt bad about not coming to him when you did get the injury, but you couldn’t help it.
In response to his question, you shrugged before verbally commenting, “It slipped my mind. Didn’t really think too much about it.” That seemed to set Piers on a rampage of persistent nagging of scolding you over your reckless behaviour. His gaze never met yours, he just stormed over quickly with the med kit, pulling out the necessary equipment he needed to disinfect and stitch it up.
Edonia had been a rough mission. From battling the unusual bioweapons and militant occupants to losing the team, along with the Captain going AWOL. It was only yourself and Piers left standing. During the whole ordeal with the team being turned into bioweapons, one of them had slashed at you before stabbing you. Luckily, it hadn’t hit any major arteries, but it was stinging and irritating.
When Piers had asked if you were alright, you brushed his concern off saying you were only scraped and nothing too concerning. Whilst not totally convinced, he didn’t further interrogate you and simply brought you back to base where the team had made camp. Without them, it was empty – just ghosts and memories. You had intended to fix it. You never were meant to let it get this bad.
Piers had only found out because of the discharged uniform drenched in blood. You thought you discharged them particularly well but it seemed that the sniper certainly had a keen eye for the small details. That’s when he stormed into your tent demanding an explanation. There was no opportunity to explain, the evidence was in front of him. Your shirt was lifted above your torso, allowing access to the wound. It was on full view for Piers to see.
“I was going to tell you.” You tried to diffuse the situation, but Piers’ glare shut you up with any chance of giving any sort of reasoning. He began to apply rubbing alcohol on to your wound causing you to flinch, letting out a quite hissing sound. You didn’t want to get scolded even more by Piers.
Piers, on the other hand, hated how he was treating you currently. Maybe it was the fact that there was only the two of you left. With Chris AWOL, the responsibilities fell on him. He didn’t need to lose another teammate because he wasn’t observant enough. Seeing the guilty look on your face, softened his. It wasn’t often that someone could soften him, but you did.
“I’m sorry for yelling.” He apologized, “With Chris missing and the team… I just didn’t want to lose anyone else. I panicked and assumed the worse.” He explained when he began to stitch up the wound. Silence filled the tent as you both processed what had happened. Not only the conversation that occurred but everything that happened in Edonia. Neither of you had the chance to process the events since getting back to camp.
Piers had put a gauze over the stitches before he began to pack the medical kit up. When he had turned his back to return the med kit, you stood up, pulling your shirt down before slowly wandering over to Piers. He turned back around, glancing down at you. Without a word, you wrapped your arms around him pulling him into a hug. At first, he was startled but eventually, his arms wrapped around you and he buried his head into the crook of your neck.