@liveandletcry23 (joseline hernandez voice) your every wish is my command
okay so im thinking like tommy maria and talia are out on a patrol sometime down the line in my fear of heights verse
something goes wrong and they basically get ambushed by some desperate men looking to steal their food and weapons and probably worse
tommy and maria both push talia out of the way and try to handle things because, as good as shes gotten with her gun, theyre both the type to take the lead in a dangerous situation like this one
so its tommy and maria against maybe three/four dudes. tommy takes out one with a quick shot, maria takes out the other with swift throw of her axe, and they take the third one down together, tommy rushing him when he tries to shoot at talia and maria knocking him out with a pistol whip to the head
tommy moves to check that talia didnt get shot; he turns his back just soon enough that he doesnt see another raider coming out of the bushes a few years away, pointing at his back with a pistol. maria doesnt think, she just moves. tries to get tommy out of the way
she hears talia scream and tommy shout and then another shot, but shes in too much pain to make sense of what any of that means. she’s on the forest floor—when did she get on the floor—and her side feels like its on fire. someone is groaning out a panicked “fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck,” right next to her ear, and it’s annoying the fuck out of her. she wishes they would stop
“stop, maria, stop, just breathe. i got ya, just breathe. fuck! talia, gimme, your fuckin’ jacket!”
ah. it’s her. she stops. suddenly tommy’s face is above her, but it’s sort of not his face: it’s more warped than she’s ever seen it. his mouth is turned down in a frown so deep, the corners of his mustache are almost at his chin. his brows are furrowed so close together that he looks like he has a unibrow, nose and forehead tense—it reminds her, suddenly, of squidward tentacles’s house. maria snorts at the thought, then groans and winces—the fire comes back anew, and she tries to push away the hands that press down on them, making things burn worse.
“fuckin’ stop, maria, let me see!”
“owww—!” maria tries to stop her pained groaning by gritting her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut, but barely finds reprieve.
“keep your eyes open, maria,” talia says, somewhere on her left. maria hears her bag rustling frantically, and takes a second to thank every god out there upon remembering that talia has a knack for emergency first aid. she’s panicking as she speaks, a little, but she gives maria good advice: “just keep your eyes open, okay? it’s just a graze, it’s just a graze! you’ll be okay, but you need to stay awake. don’t pass out.”
maria heeds her directions, looking up into tommy’s grumpyface once again. she feels him press down, and the fires grow worse. her hands comes up to clench like claws around his wrists, as she groans, “fucking ow, tommy! shit! motherfucker!”
“don’t motherfucker me! what you were fuckin’ thinking? takin’ a fuckin’ bullet, like a goddamn fuckin’ idiot—!”
“that’s really not helpful right now, tommy,” talia tries, somewhere right above them now. it doesn’t stop maria from responding, of course. nothing would—not even a bullet would, apparently.
“are you—? are you seriously fucking mad at me right now?”
“you’re goddamn right i’m mad at you right now—!”
“tommy, he was going to shoot you!”
“so what, you gettin’ shot is a better solution?”
“i’m fucking fine! you heard talia! it’s barely a graze!”
“you’re bleeding onto my fuckin’ hands right now, maria! please, i love you, but shut the hell up!”
“why don’t BOTH of you shut the hell up? are you two serious right now? she need’s fuckin’ stitches!”
