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Techno and Phil were having a peaceful night in the Arctic, until it was disrupted.
The two friends sat in their respective arm chairs by the fireplace, the embers blazing brightly as they each read a different book and Steve slept on the rug in front of the fireplace. It was peaceful and quiet.
Until it was broken by the sound of knocking on the door.
The two of them turn their heads in confusion, glancing at each other before Phil sets his book down and stands up. "Who could possibly be knocking at this time of night?"
Techno returns to his book while Phil answers the door, but his answer once again catches his attention once more.
"Holy- Ranboo?!"
Techno quickly stands up from his chair and looks to see Ranboo was standing outside, shivering, with an arm wrapped around his torso as he desperately tried to stop the sluggish bleeding coming from the wound in his side.
"U-uhm, hey g-guys... sorry to bother you..." Ranboo mutters.
Phil quickly brings him inside and closes the door before guiding him to the couch. "Don't apologize! It's better you came! Techno, get me some medical supplies!"
Techno wastes no time in heading to the basement while Phil presses his hands against Ranboo's wound, causing the boy to whimper in pain.
"What even happened??" Phil asks, concern evident on his face as Ranboo rests his head back against the couch, eyes squeezed shut as if he's trying to block out the pain.
"I-I don't know... I don't remember..." Ranboo replies, groaning in pain.
That was concerning, but it would have to wait for another time. Right now, Ranboo needed help.
Techno returns with bandages and potions of healing and regeneration, and he kneels down next to Phil who immediately takes a heal and regeneration potion. He opens one of them and brings it to Ranboo to drink, swiftly followed by the second one after he finishes drinking the first one. Slowly, the wound closes up and the worse of it is passed, allowing everyone to let out a sigh of relief as Phil gets to work on washing the wound and blood before wrapping it up in bandages.
Ranboo looked exhausted so they quickly gave him fresh clothes from Techno's closet so they could wash his bloody clothes before getting him settled on the couch. Within seconds of lying down and being covered by a blanket, he was out like a light.
After that, Phil and Techno drop back into their arm chairs with a sigh, the worry and anxiety finally leaving them for the most part.
"I'm worried, Techno. Ranboo can't even remember how he got the wound! That's not very good!"
Techno nods grimly. "I agree, but let's try not to worry yet. We can ask him again tomorrow when his head is more clear. He did lose quite a bit of blood so I don't think that really helped with it,"
Phil sighs and nods, somewhat comforted by his friend's words.
"I hope you're right."