【double trouble】
“I have rabies, that’s what.” the man grunted, naturally dramatic, as he pushed himself up on his elbows. “Rabies and ruined jeans.” His head lolled to the side and the brunet grasped at a fistful of grass as the pain escalated further on his body. He collapsed back down and turned his head away from Sungyeol. “Give me your shirt, I need to stop the blood flow.”
His consciousness waning at the slightest degree, the shorter male opened his eyes in order to pierce a commanding gaze at the student before him.
What a mess this turned out to be. If someone had walked up to him the day before and told him that they would get mauled by a demon beast dog thing, Sungyeol would have readily spat in their face. Now, with the painful reminders etched in their skin that this was no simple hallucination, Sungyeol had no idea what to make of anything anymore, but he sure as hell wouldn’t be sleeping very peacefully for the next few nights,
His heart was still drumming rapidly in his chest and his thighs still burned like fire, but at least they were no longer breathing in the musty air of that godforsaken shack. Besides the heavy taste in iron from the chunk he was sure he bit off his tongue, Sungyeol had made it out relatively unscathed. He’d probably used up all the luck he had for the rest of his life, too. Junho’s situation, on the other hand, was rather gruesome.
Sungyeol clicked his tongue, falling to his knees beside the other student. “You still have your leg, that’s what.” He bit back any more snarky remarks, only because a certain person was bleeding out in front of him. It was painful just looking at the deep gash in the flesh, and it was also amazing how the man could still be so bossy even in such circumstances. Sungyeol was no medic, but there something somewhere in his brain that he could dig up. This would be a pretty shit way to die, after all, and Sungyeol didn’t hate Junho that much.
With the thought that he could complain all he wanted later, he stripped himself of his shirt. The air was cool on his sweat-soaked skin, and it felt kind of great to get the sticky fabric off of him. As grimy as the shirt was from all the dust and dirt. it was the best thing that they had, so Junho just had to make do.
With a firm gaze of his own, Sungyeol took the shirt and wrapped it around Junho’s leg, above the gash to tie a makeshift tourniquet, finishing it off with as tight as knot as he could manage with his shaky hands. It was rudimentary at best, but it would have to last.
“We’re going to have to go back and get some real help, so get up on my back or something.”
