“Doubt” for the Drabble thing UwU
A small group trudged along through muddy fields, rain pelting down against their skin and clothing. They had just dragged themselves out of a rather aggressive fight and had left all rather injured.
They were all quiet as they finally made it to the cover of the trees, finally able to stop and tend to their wounds without being soaked by the rain, one of the taller ones, Tim, shrugged off his bag and set it to his side, opening it to pull out a medical kit. Being the parental friend of the group (next to Jessica), he was usually the one who assisted in this type of stuff.
He had called Jay over first, looking the teen over for any worse than other injuries, seeing only one on his arm, Tim quickly got to work on it; cleaning it and then wrapping it. The group had finally started soft conversation, save for the younger of them all, who was sitting against a tree with his legs to his chest, his hands holding one of his ankles. His gaze set dead on the ground in front of him; to be quiet honest, they had all been pulled in due to Brian’s hotheadedness, and now here they all were, fixing up their wounds in near silence.
Once Tim had finished with Jay and Alex, he looked at Brian, “Alright, let’s check yours real qu-” “don’t waste your time.” “-ick.. what?” “I said, don’t waste your time on me. I’ll be fine.”
Tim blinked a few times as he scooted over to Brian, checking the younger teen over, “..Brian, I need to be able to check.” “..doesn’t matter anyway.” Brian felt a light smack on his shoulder, him and the others had trying to get him better with not putting himself down like this but.. it doesn’t work all the time. “Yes it does,” “..i highly doubt it, but alright.” He finally gave, allowing Tim to check his wounds and assist with them.