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It was late at night, almost time for Legundo to close up the clinic and go home to his lovely bats. The home was small, just a cabin in the forest, but was perfect for the three of them while they’re still adjusting to the modern times. And also the perfect place for Owen to have his crashouts. Rather have them towards the trees that surround them then possibly towards the neighbours. The one thing that sucked with living in the forest when you work in the closest village is that the travel is still long. So even if he could close up soon, it would still be a while for him to see his loves.
ping
A message appears on his phone from… Scott? They never message, unless it’s about Owen, but they still never message each other. Must be something important then.
Private messages Scott - Legundo
Stinky vampire: are you still at the clinic?
Stinky doctor: uhhh I am closing soon
Stinky doctor: but yeah
Stinky vampire: great!
Stinky doctor: wait what why????
Stinky doctor: Scott???
Shit. This isn’t normal. Something must be wrong. Guess he isn’t closing up yet.
Private messages Legundo - Owen
Doctor: Not home soon
Doctor: Got a weird message from Scott about the clinic
So, now it is just time to wait and not go home to his cozy home. Legs sighs as he puts his bag that he already prepared back down on the ground and prepares for whatever chaos Scott Goldsmith will bring in.
knock knock
There he must be. He quickly gets up and makes his way to the door as he hears the knocking get more and more frantic. Once he can reach the door handle, he turns it and opens it to Scott
with Abolish.
A bleeding Abolish.
His bleeding fledgling.
In another sire’s arms.
He feels a growl bubble up from his throat as he takes his fledgling from his arms who frantically says something in return. What he said, Legundo doesn’t know. What he does know is that his fledgling seems to be bleeding from the abdomen. His face is turning paler by the minute. Quickly legs moves the body from his arms to the closest bed in arms reach. He can smell the other sire following him and his fledgling closely behind.
From the looks of it, Abolish got shot. He could see the bullet once he had removed the blood soaked clothes with his claws. It was far into his lower abdomen. How did Legs know that? He could feel the bullet as well. A hiss came out of his mouth wherever his hand got near it. Silver. This must be a silver bullet.
“Vampire hunters?” He carefully asks the one other conscious guy in the room while grabbing some tweezers.
“Yes.” His voice sounds like it’s cracking up. “We were out, on a date, and got attacked.”
“Are they gone?” He puts the tweezers nearby as he prepares a needle and thread to close up the wound immediately as the bullet is out.
“Definitely.”
“Good.” He hands the other guy a nearby cloth. “Hold this. Once I remove the bullet, put pressure on the wound till I can sew it up. If Abolish screams while I’m closing the wound, make him bite on the cloth.”
Legs grabs the tweezers and with careful hand he makes his way to the hole to pull out the silver. He feels the tweezers hit it and carefully pulls it out. Immediately once the silver bullet is out and hitting a bowl that he put to the side, the beforehand given cloth covers the hole.
He grabs the needle with professional speed but with steady hands. The cloth gets moved the moment he gets close with his needle and starts closing everything up. The skin looks like it’s mending together as the thread goes through and closes everything. During the entire thing Abolish starts stirring, but not waking yet. Once he’s done with the needle he ties everything up and starts putting bandages around his stomach to protect the carefully made stitches. Scott, in the meantime, helps with lifting the man a bit up so the bandages go around easier.
And finally, they’re done.
“Calmed down now?” The blue haired man asks.
“Yeah.” He sighs, his shoulder losing tension that he didn’t know was even there. “I don’t know what came over me. I saw him and my mind kind of clouded.”
“That’s normal.” Legs looks up from washing the blood off his hands and sees Scott stroke through Abolish’s hair. “You turned Abolish, right? Sires are usually very protective of their fledglings. Especially when they’re wounded.”
“But we never formed a proper bond.” Legs moves over to stand by the side of the bed where the one who is more there in his fledgling’s life as him stands as well.
“You don’t need to form a sire bond to care for a fledgling. Owen and Louis basically have a bond like that as well, right? And Louis died before Owen was even fully turned.”
True, now that Legs thinks of it. They were always close. Even when Louis wasn't there, Owen was constantly talking about him. But they had a proper bond before they died, he and Abolish did not have that.
“Legs?..”
“Abolish?”
“Where am I?” Abolish’s eyes are squinted open as he, with clear difficulties, moves his head around.
“We’re at the Doc’s clinic, Abby. You were shot.” Scott helps Abolish carefully sit up a bit by stuffing pillows behind his back.
“Oh… well, long time no see doc.”
“Yeah… long time no see.”