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Aaron manages to turn his head in 2P’s direction, giving him a confused look for a bit, before nodding his head. He used his uninjured leg to push his body closer into the pile of blankets he was on and purring half-mindedly.
Giving one last glance at Aaron, and he ran outside as fast as he could. By the time he’d made it to where he’d found Aaron alongside those other bodies, he was panting from the effort of running so much. Damnit, he was not built for this. Ripping off an arm and a leg, just to be safe, and taking a bite for himself out of a fallen infected’s torso, he began his run back to Aaron’s treehouse.
His sides burned terribly by the time he got back inside, and he was just about ready to slouch down next to Aaron in his pile of blankets. He couldn’t, though, not yet. Still panting harshly, not able to get enough breath, he walked over to Aaron and offered him the morsels of food.
Aaron whimpered a bit once 2P had ran out, tears starting to form in his eyes. He trembled softly. He didn’t want to die. As soon as he heard 2P come back, he took the limb and began to munch on them, looking dazed an tear eyed.
He didn’t like the fact that his mate was in so much pain. He thought it was the extent of his injuries making him cry, but 2P could see the emotional pain glittering in the solitary eye. He scooted over to his screamer, still slightly shaky, and wrapped an arm around him. “I’ll make sure you’ll be okay.”
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Aaron manages to turn his head in 2P’s direction, giving him a confused look for a bit, before nodding his head. He used his uninjured leg to push his body closer into the pile of blankets he was on and purring half-mindedly.
Giving one last glance at Aaron, and he ran outside as fast as he could. By the time he’d made it to where he’d found Aaron alongside those other bodies, he was panting from the effort of running so much. Damnit, he was not built for this. Ripping off an arm and a leg, just to be safe, and taking a bite for himself out of a fallen infected’s torso, he began his run back to Aaron’s treehouse.
His sides burned terribly by the time he got back inside, and he was just about ready to slouch down next to Aaron in his pile of blankets. He couldn’t, though, not yet. Still panting harshly, not able to get enough breath, he walked over to Aaron and offered him the morsels of food.
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2P: Aaron’s my mate. Duh. Aaron.
1P: Uhm…. I think… I don’t know. D:
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Aaron was staring blankly up at the ceiling the whole time 2P was working. He began to appear paler than normal, due to loss of blood. He finally let out a whine when the other began to inspect his leg, wanting to pull it away, but wincing and holding still when it brought pain.
The gave the screamer a sympathetic glance when he noticed exactly how much pain the other was in. The medkit didn’t have any anesthetics. “Aren’t there any pain killers around here?” He was primarily talking to himself, as Aaron looked far too out of it from blood loss to think properly. He sighed. He had all of the things that required bandages, save the burn, as fixed up as they would get. To treat the broken bones, he needed splints (what kind of first aid kit doesn’t have fucking splints, he’d shouted) and he needed clean water.
However, he was worried about Aaron and wouldn’t go out to find those things until he was sure Aaron wouldn’t die of blood loss. “Aaron? Aaron?” He rubbed his nose along Aaron’s throat as a gesture of worry. He was so pale… “Aaron, if I ran out and brought back some limbs from a common, would you eat them?”
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Aaron was beginning to feel light headed. He was blinking his solitary eye tiredly. “2-2p….I’m….so tired…..” He whined, burying his face the best he could into the other’s chest. The familiar scent of his home made the smallest little smile come onto his face, but that smile didn’t last long when he winced again.
After setting Aaron gently on a soft surface, he rushed off to find medical treatment. This didn’t take long, and he came back just in time to hear what Aaron was saying. He leaned over Aaron with a stern look. “Don’t you fucking go to sleep, Aaron! Just…” He took a deep breath and gave Aaron a light peck. “Don’t go to sleep.” He began shredding desperately at the annoyingly bright red cloth, as the damn zipper wouldn’t yield to him. He hurriedly shredded Aaron’s clothes once the needed supplies were available, not giving the slightest damn that Aaron would need them later.
He tried his hardest not to hurt Aaron while he was administering the care, but he couldn’t help but nick the other a few times because of his damned clumsy claws. He hissed an apology each time, but at least he was making some progress. He’d managed to get all the glass out of Aaron’s leg without severing anything. Due to his large amount of attention to Aaron’s legs, he’d noticed the crooked way one of them was bending. Damn, a nasty break, probably.
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“M-My treehouse….isnt far from here….” Aaron whimpered, wincing when 2P’s arm glided just slightly over the burn on his back. He trembled in pain in 2P’s arms. “M-Medkits are there……”
He swore, but took off with no further word. He only vaguely remembered where Aaron lived, but sighed with relief after what seemed like endless twists and turns when he spotted the familiar tree he’d almost attempted to cut down on more than on occasion. “Aaron, hold on tight now.” He had to free an arm in order to climb up the tree.
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Aaron whimpered, hanging his head bit. “J-Just in my leg….and my arm….and a burn mark on my back.” Aaron let out a little sob of pain. “It hurts so bad…..”
He swore heatedly. If Aaron wasn’t hurt, he’d run off and charge into the fuckers that did this to him. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you somewhere safe and patch you up… You know where any medkits are?” He picked Aaron up as if he were made of glass, bridal style but only putting pressure on the uninjured areas; he hoped that he wouldn’t be irritating Aaron’s burn. “No one fucks with my mate and lives…” he muttered under his breath.
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Aaron hadn’t remembered anything. He was leaned up against a building, his ears still ringing loudly. He shook his head, trying to remember what had happened. He looked towards the ground, seeing dead Commons and feral Special infected. That’s right. Someone had a grenade…
Aaron heard 2P’s voice, letting out a whine of pain. “2-2P!!” He yelped out a loud as he could, which actually wasn’t as loud as it usually would be. His cry of pain was louder than when he yelled out.
He hadn’t actually been expecting an answer, and almost jumped out of his skin to hear Aaron’s voice. “Aaron!” He looked around for the screamer, finally seeing him thanks to his bright clothes in contrast to the dark buildings and cement around them. He ran over to his fallen mate and took in his form. There was glass in Aaron’s leg, which would be hard to get out without severing an artery, he thought grimly. “Aaron, what all injuries do you have?”
Um, let's see..."AAAAH TAMIKO!!!"
2P: You are just asking to get yourselves shredded, aren’t you?
