Based on this post by @seth-whumps and @kikker-oma's amputee wind au
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Warriors shouldn't have assumed that Wind's mind was fully healed. He shouldn't have assumed that he could leave the boy alone in his tent while the rest of the Chain discussed how to move forward. He shouldn't have assumed that Wind wouldn't wake up screaming, the sound a stone in Warriors' heart as he threw his food to the ground and raced to console the young sailor.
"My leg, where's my leg?! FOUR, WARS, TIME- WHERE ARE YOU?!"
"I'm here!" Warriors cried, rushing into the tent and crashing to his knees beside the panicking teen. "I'm right here, Wind, I'm sorry we left you alone."
"M-my- where is it?" Wind overbalanced, falling hard into Warriors' waiting arms.
"You burned it, remember? You wanted a fitting memorial... and we're going to get you a fine prosthetic so you can walk again. Do you remember that?"
Wind nodded, sniffling into Warriors' chest for a few minutes before he spoke again. "Wars... please... don't leave me..."
Warriors' breath caught in his throat, and he buried his face in the boy's hair. "I'm not leaving, kiddo, I'm right here."
Soft feet shuffled at the entrance of the tent, and Four's softer voice called out a question. "Is everything alright in here?"
Warriors turned back to look at the smith, giving him a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Yes. It will be."
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“Katya, Katya listen to me, dammit! You know what happens to you if you do this.” Goncharov’s eyes were tethered to Katya’s, never breaking focus, not even to look at the pistol in her shaking grip. “This won’t save Sofia. You don’t understand.”
Katya tightened her already white knuckles around her weapon, only a twitch away from guts on the wall and blood on her hands. “You don’t say a word about her. You leave her out of this, you bastard.”
Goncharov leaned back against the desk, the sharp wooden edge of it pressing into his skin. “Put the gun down, Katya. We can talk about this. Sofia doesn’t have to die.”
“Neither does Andrey.”
The air froze, still as a rock, dead as a fool.
Dead as Goncharov if he made the wrong move.
OR
A slight turn of events from the original plot, where Katya's love for Sofia runs everything into the ground, and Sofia's best kept secret is revealed.
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"Hang in there, sailor," Time said, one hand carding desperate comfort through Wind's hair. "You're being so good."
"Mmmph," Wind groaned, his voice more muffled by the gag in his mouth than his face being buried in Time's chest. Earlier, those had been grumbles that he didn't need to be treated like a weak baby, but now he was in too much pain to care.
"Here's another," Warriors said, and Wind's hands squeezed Time's as the captain extracted another piece of shrapnel from his back.
Neither of them said anything when Wind failed to hold back a whine.
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It was easy, natural for Link to let his mind drift away as Impa showed him to the medical tent. He stared straight ahead, letting the doctor’s words wash over and around him as he sat and offered his arm for examination. They asked questions and he gave silent consent, his slate untouched on his lap.
“I need to move your arm, there…”
Nod.
“Let me know if this is too painful.”
Nod.
A nurse was busy off to the side, but Link barely registered their movements. He tried not to focus on anything at all, not the doctor’s incessant confirmations of his consent-
“I am going to touch you here, is that alright?”
Not the feeling of hands on his skin, unwanted and unable to be pushed away-
“I think Lana would be more equipped to deal with this one.”
That name, Link couldn’t ignore. He suppressed his flinch and cast his mind out farther, hoping to escape the rest of the conversation and the anticipation of her hands on his body.
The nurse spoke quietly, soft words that Link wouldn’t hear. He didn’t react as the doctor left the tent. He was still, barely present, waiting for her to enter and do what she would with him.
Long, slow minutes passed and she didn’t appear. Link’s hands curled into fists, his nails digging into his palms. The sharp new pain brought him back just enough to realize that the nurse, at some point, had sat beside him. Not speaking, not touching, just waiting.
The nurse hadn’t asked any questions, so Link dared to ask his own. He took his slate and scrawled, messily, Lana.
“Hm? No. She doesn’t need to see you,” the nurse said. “You don’t need her magic to heal.”
Link wondered how he knew that. He wondered why, amidst the fear and uncertainty, he wanted to reach out and hold the nurse’s hand.
It was a ridiculous thought, but he watched his arm move as if with a mind of its own and his fingers brushed against the nurse’s.
He startled. Link flinched. Then he realized that the nurse hadn’t moved away. He reached out again, slipping into a waiting, callused hand.
The grounding sensation was instant. Link felt tethered, felt present, felt safe in a way he didn’t think was possible in a medical tent. He didn’t need to think about the doctor, or Lana, or floating away. He was here, and the nurse at his side understood what he needed more than anyone else had so far. A calm, steady presence that waited for him to make the first move.
“You can wait here until you’ve healed,” the nurse said. “Nobody else needs to see you right now.”
Link wanted to thank him, but words had never worked for him. Cautiously, he pulled the nurse closer and folded around him in a loose hug. The nurse was so much smaller than him and Link could feel that he was strong, as gentle as his arms were as they wrapped around his waist. They held the embrace for a few moments, then Link was the first to pull away before he offered his arm again. This time, his mind was clear as the nurse went about to accelerate the healing.
This would be a whole lot easier if Hyrule was awake to heal himself.
This would also be a whole lot easier if Hyrule would stay awake at all.
Legend glanced up from Hyrule's leg, finding his eyes closed again. Dammit. He nudged Hyrule's chin up, glaring into half-lidded eyes. "Hey. Hey. Stay with me, Hyrule. You can't pass out yet."
"Hurts," Hyrule gasped.
"Yeah, I know," Legend said as he applied more salve to the burn. "This is what happens when you fumble your flaming sword. Honestly, I can't believe I have to worry about you of all people."
Summary: Hateno suffers an injury that requires some painful work to heal. Chief calms him down with a trick that Hateno has used on him many times before.
Contents: paralysis, field surgery, object embedded in/cut out of skin, brief description of stitches, no anesthesia/painkillers
Words: 1200
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Skyloft called them dark keese; Hateno didn’t think much of it as they fought off a small swarm of them. They went down easily, like any other keese, but Hateno was wrong to assume that their simple appearance meant that he was safe from elemental attacks. Skyloft’s shouted warning was a moment too late as one keese dove past Hateno’s shield to sink its fangs in his arm. Hateno hissed, flexing his hand to dismiss his shield and immediately drove his stone fist into the bat’s body. The force of the blow sent the keese flying, dead on impact, but a wet crack and a lingering pain in Hateno’s arm told him that something had been left behind. Another keese swooped at him and he sent the signal for his shield to reform.
Nothing happened.
Not a good time!
Hateno ducked beneath the screeching bat and shouted “I need cover!”
Smith was there, slicing the remaining keese down while Hateno smacked some sense into his prosthetic. The impact jarred his left arm unplesantly and he growled, reaching to pull out the dislodged fang. His right arm fumbled again, useless fingers pushing it deeper into his skin instead.
“Shit!”
“What’s wrong?” Smith asked, kicking the last keese off her sword.
“My arm’s not responding,” Hateno complained, and tapped his pad to remove it altogether.
“Let’s see if Chief can take a look at it,” Smith suggested, her hand offered to help Hateno stand.
Hateno took it but his legs were weak under him, sending him staggering against Smith. “Woah- what the…”
“What’s this?” Smith asked instead, pointing at the angry red lump on Hateno’s arm. “Looks like Chief has more important things to check?”
“Ah yeah, I got bit.”
“So did Prince. It didn’t look like… that.”
Hateno cringed. “Riiight…”
“What’s going on?” Chief asked. Hateno hadn’t noticed Smith wave him over… or maybe he just had a sixth sense for trouble. Was that a standard part of medical training? “Weren’t you just wearing your arm?”
“It’s glitching so I took it off,” Hateno waved it off and offered his other arm for inspection. “This one got bit by one of those keese, I think you’ll need to pull it out.”
Chief frowned and turned Hateno’s arm over. “Pull what out?”
“The… fang…” Hateno hissed as he saw what Chief was looking at. “I tried to grab it and only pushed it in further. I didn’t think it would heal over so fast.”
Chief pushed down on the raw lump of skin on Hateno’s arm, making him yelp as he found the buried fang. “Sorry. Let’s find a place to sit so I can dig that out.”
Smith winced and clapped Hateno on the shoulder. “Well, have fun with that.”
“Thanks,” Hateno groaned as Chief led him to a quieter corner. His steps were unsteady, more uncoordination than nerves, and Chief picked up on it immediately.
“The paralytic is still in your system,” Chief stated. “Prince recovered within minutes.”
“What?”
“Skyloft said that those dark keese target your ability to fight. Rabbit and a few of the others reognized the type.”
“That’s why my arm stopped responding?” Hateno asked, and Chief nodded.
“I don’t know if the effect is a venom or a curse, but it’s safe to assume it’ll get worse the longer the fang remains in you.”
“Yeah,” Hateno sighed. “Let me grab my poppy milk and-”
Chief grabbed Hateno’s hand before he could touch his pad. “No painkiller. I’m sorry, but again, I don’t know how the paralytic could react.”
Hateno swore. “So I just have to hold still and feel you cutting me open?”
Chief directed him to sit down and pulled two scapels from his bag, comparing their sizes. “I could ask Smith to hold you?”
“No thanks.”
“Keeping still shouldn’t be an issue until I get the fang out,” Chief pointed out wryly. “But yes, you will feel it. You can have your medicine as soon as your arm is closed again, alright?”
“Yeah,” Hateno breathed, and extended his arm for Chief to work on; he tried to, anyway. Just like the prosthetic, it no longer moved when he told it to. “…You’ll have to move my arm.”
Chief hummed acknowledgement and stretched Hateno’s arm out. He cleaned the area around the keese bite and Hateno narrowly avoided biting his tongue as Chief raised the scapel to his arm.
“Deep breaths. I’ll have it out soon.”
Hateno opened his mouth to retort that he was breathing but an involuntary scream left him instead as Chief made the first cut into his skin. It was hard to stop screaming after that. Chief didn’t allow him time to catch his breath as he sliced deeper through layers of muscle, searching for buried fang. Hateno couldn’t pull away, he couldn’t fight back, he couldn’t even wipe the tears from his own face. He was trapped, not by Chief’s loose grip on his arm, but by that fucking curse the keese had embedded in him.
Chief exchanged his scapel for tweezers and Hateno did bite his tongue this time as metal and bone scraped inside his skin. Chief quickly pulled the fang out, his own hand starting to shake as the curse reached him too. Hateno watched through blurry eyes as, without a moment’s hesitation, Chief threw the fang into the fire that someone had started. There were a few startled yelps but no signs of a magical explosion.
They both sat quietly for a minute, Chief breathing heavily and Hateno still shaking with sobs that refused to stop even though it was over. His eyes were squeezed shut against the tears, so he didn’t realize that Chief had moved closer until there was a hand on the back of his neck and soft lips pressed to his.
That was certainly a surprise, though Hateno wasted no time in desperately leaning into the kiss. He tasted salt and copper and felt a warm glow in his chest because Chief had kissed him first. He was always so shy about it, Hateno had assumed that Chief had forgotten that he could initiate.
Hateno was reminded fondly of their first time, when Chief had been bedridden with stitches down his back. What Hateno had told Chief then stood true now.
“They say that a kiss makes the pain go away.”
He didn’t want Chief to pull away, even though rationally he knew that his arm was still open and bleeding. He opened his eyes to shining sea-green, a bemused smile on lips he tried to chase.
“Ah- not yet,” Chief said, holding him back with a hand on his chest. “Let me close this up, first.”
Hateno groaned in disappointment, but he couldn’t deny his relief as Chief helped him down a vial of poppy milk. He sighed, feeling the pain dull even as Chief pulled a needle and thread through the wound.
He waited patiently, watching as Chief bandaged his arm and went through the long process of putting his tools away. His mind was fuzzy when Chief finally turned to look at him expectantly, but this time it was Hateno who pulled Chief closer for another kiss.
"I need to clean your wound before I wrap it," Prince signed before he reached into his bag for a flask of alcohol. He paused and added, "This is going to hurt like hell."
Hateno sat with his arms at his sides, for all appearances a willing patient. Unarmed, but Prince had seen how that could change in a heartbeat.
"I've done this before," Hateno said with an eye roll. "I'm pretty sure I can handle-!"
Evidently he couldn't, abandoning his sentence to slap a hand over his scream.
"Sorry," Prince said as soon as his hands were free. "I did warn you."
Summary: Hateno's plan to spend a quiet moment alone with Chief is thwarted by a monster that wasn't supposed to be there.
Contents: wasps, an allergy scare but it's a false alarm
Words: 1700
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Characters are from @thatbrokenpromise
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There was sand under Hateno’s feet as the world reformed, and he spun around to see a glowing green portal leading into a large stone shrine. They were surrounded by volcanic rock and dead trees, and he pulled up his map to confirm that they had landed at the Kimayat Shrine. It would take some travel to reach one of Akkala’s stables or his house outside Tarrey Town, but this area had incentive for them to stay a while before they headed towards civilization.
Prince snapped his fingers for attention. “Hateno, this is yours?”
“Yeah,” Hateno said. “There’s places nearby we can spend the night, but there’s also natural hot springs all around this plateau. We might have to kill a few monsters because they’re not good at sharing but…”
Unsurpsingly, the decision was unanimous that they should take advantage of the opportunity that had been handed to them. Hateno showed the others the layout of the area, and they split into groups with the agreement to meet back at the shrine.
Chief had gravitated towards his usual tentmates of Prince, Kokiri, and Smith, but Hateno had something else in mind. He stepped forward to grab Chief’s hand and said, “Come with me?”
Chief looked at him in surprise, then glanced back to see Prince’s smile of approval. “Um. Sure?”
Hateno grinned and pulled him away, in a direction that he knew nobody else would care to go. Most of the hot springs were arranged close to each other and near the shrine, but he knew that there was a spot between Death Mountain and Gut Check Rock that was free of monsters and away from sight.
He knew that it was easier to share a quiet moment with Chief when no one was watching.
“This mountain is a lot more alive than the one at home,” Chief mused, and Hateno frowned.
“There’s not much to see down here. The Gorons live on the other side. Even the ones who did venture over here turned back.”
“But the birds seem to like it here,” Chief pointed out. “There’s water, and plants that are acclimated to this climate. Monsters can’t survive where nothing else does, after all.”
He was right. Hateno supposed that he should have stopped assuming, by now. Anywhere in Hyrule that seemed lifeless at first glance always proved him wrong.
“What’s yours like, then?”
Chief happily told him about his own home, and Hateno listened attentively while they walked. He paid more mind to the flowers and birds that lived among the rocks, most of them unbothered by his boyfriend’s soft voice. The area was quiet, for the most part; they were out of earshot from the rest of the group and the air was humid and still.
As they rounded Gut Check Rock, neither of them heard the moblin until it was right in front of them.
It was just as surprised as they were, and though it wasn’t carrying a weapon it was still aggressive. It snarled, whipping its ugly snout around in search of something to attack them with. Hateno shoved Chief behind him, swearing and apologizing in the same breath.
“There’s not usually monsters back here!”
The moblin had found a gray mass attached to one of the many dead trees, and ripped it from the branches with a massive hand. It roared again and threw it, where it landed at their feet with a light thud. Hateno didn’t waste time looking at it, darting to the side while he summoned a spear from his pad.
It didn’t matter how strong the moblin was. He needed it dead now, and an ancient blade was more than sufficient.
He nearly fumbled the spear when Chief started screaming behind him.
Was there another moblin? No, they weren’t that stealthy. What else-
Too late, he put the pieces together. Dead trees. Gray mass. Chief screaming in pain and fear because he was fucking allergic to bees-
Hateno struck the moblin with as much force as he could muster, and the ancient blade did the work for him. He dropped the spear and didn’t wait to see the moblin vanish into thin air as he whirled around.
Chief had dropped to the ground, covering his face and neck in an attempt to protect himself at all from the swarm of furious wasps that had emerged from the destroyed hive. The insects coated his bare arms and hands, stinging again and again while all he could do was sob.
Hateno reached frantically for his pad again, pulling out a puffshroom which he threw at the ground beside Chief. A thick cloud of smoke enveloped them, and Hateno reached down to pull Chief to his feet and away from the confused wasps. Stumbling, Hateno took them to a hot spring that was actually safe from danger and finally let his boyfriend collapse.
Chief was shaking, gasping in shallow breaths and Hateno didn’t know if it was shock or worse. He knelt in front of Chief and asked, “Do you need your kit?”
The medic whined, giving no other indication that he could respond at all. “Mnnnn…”
“Link!” Hateno was a breath from sobbing himself. He placed a hand on Chief’s knee and repeated, “Do you need your kit?”
“N… no. ‘M not ‘lergic to wasps. Jus’ bees,” Chief said, the words taking visible effort to string together. “It… it does hurt. Hurts a lot.”
Hateno exhaled hard. “Well, no shit. Your hands are swollen from the venom. Do you think you can make it to the hot spring? The water should help while you heal.”
Chief cracked his eyes open, seeing how close they were to the nearest spring. “I can. If… if you can help me?”
“Of course, love. That’s why I brought you here. I just didn’t mean for you to get hurt on the way.” Hateno pressed his hands to his eyes, trying to stop the angry tears from falling. “I’ll help you get your boots off, first.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Chief whispered, but Hateno ignored him as he unlaced his boyfriend’s boots. He gently tugged them off, one by one, and sent them into his pad.
“Can you stand by yourself? I don’t want to touch your hands like this…”
Chief needed a moment to brace himself, but he managed to push himself upright. Hateno helped him step out of his coveralls, then tapped his shirt.
“This too? You’ll feel better without the fabric rubbing against the stings.”
“Yeah,” Chief agreed, and Hateno ended up having to help him again. He was as gentle as he could be, but Chief still winced as they pulled his shirt over his shoulders. Hateno hated seeing how thorough the wasps had been, their welts dotting all the way up Chief’s arms and scattered just past the edge of where his shirt had been.
Hateno put Chief’s clothes and kit in the pad, then remembered to do the same with his own. Chief was steadier now, as the shock wore off, and could follow Hateno to the hot spring. Hateno stepped into the water first and Chief was almost hesitant to follow. Every step into deeper water was slower, more nervous as he waded towards the point where he couldn’t help but let it cover his arms.
Hateno turned to watch him, wishing so badly that he could just hold his boyfriend’s hands. “You’re okay, just one more step, alright?”
Chief made an unsure sound and extended a hand in front of him, reaching. Hateno almost shook his head before he realized that he was offering his palm, the one area that would be safe for Hateno to touch without aggravating the stings. Relieved, he let their hands meet and coaxed his boyfriend to join him in the center of the spring. Chief gasped as the water slipped over his shoulders, and fear shot through Hateno as he watched him grimace. Had he made the wrong choice? Was the hot spring only hurting Chief more?
“Chief? Is it too much?” Hateno asked, already trying to think of what else he could do to help. He sounded anxious, and he hated it.
Cautiously, Chief closed the distance and let himself rest against Hateno. “…No. It feels nice,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around Hateno.
He gently returned the embrace, cupping his hand to pour hot water over the back of Chief’s neck. Even there, a few wasps had slipped between his fingers and stung what they could. Slowly, Chief relaxed, the welts shrinking from the hot spring and his healing, but it didn’t erase the pain that he had been through in the first place. It didn’t make Hateno feel better about what he had led Chief into, what was supposed to have been a sweet moment alone but turned into… this.
He held Chief’s hands, his thumb ghosting over traces of what remained of the stings, and breathed, “I’m sorry.”
“You couldn’t have known,” Chief protested.
“I could’ve been careful,” Hateno insisted.
“It wasn’t your fault-”
Hateno grunted and released Chief’s hands, reaching to hold his boyfriend’s face instead. No stings, no tears, just tired green eyes staring up at him with… frustration, probably. Because Hateno refused to stop apologizing for what had been his fault, no matter how much Chief didn’t want to see it that way.
Those eyes narrowed. “Hateno-”
Hateno didn’t give him another chance to argue. He caught Chief’s words in a kiss, and to his relief he leaned into it. Chief’s face was flushed beautifully when Hateno finally pulled back, his words failing him for an entirely different reason.
“I love you,” Hateno said, pressing a softer kiss to his forehead. “And I’m sorry.”
Chief silently melted against him, and Hateno wasn’t ready to leave the hot spring until he could no longer see any wasp stings on his boyfriend’s skin. The sun was still high, and after a few minutes of sitting on the ground they redressed and made to rendezvous with the rest of the group. Hateno checked his pad meticulously for weapons, and insisted that Chief carry a shield on the way back.
