Whumpee has a deep deep leg wound and Carer has to do a tourniquet and is telling them it’s going to hurt but they have to try and be quiet because there are bad guys around. Carer starts to tighten it and Whumpee isn't screaming but is obviously in pain, visibly so and making small noises and it’s getting worse so Carer stops when it’s pretty tight and Whumpee says, "No, one more. You have to do one more." So Carer tightens it one more time and then leaves to go get some first aid supplies.
Hello again!! I’m back with more Mac whump. However, this fic doesn’t have as large of a focus on whump as my last ones have, because I got kind of carried away... There is also some very questionable science in this fic, but it is based on facts. I will admit this isn’t my best work, but I wanted to get something out today, so here it is...
Warnings: This fic contains a gunshot and other related violence, so if this triggers you, please be safe!!
As always, if you guys have any MacGyver related prompts you would like me to fill, just send me an ask!
So, without further ado, enjoy!!
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As Mac was running through the woods, being chased by a highly dangerous, armed, and not to mention gigantic gang member, her was wondering how things had gotten so bad, so quick. It had started out as a simple mission, infiltrate a gang of drug dealers who had recently started meddling in more dangerous affairs, just long enough to allow Riley to download some information that they could use to take down the gang. However, as with most missions the team went on, that was not how it ended up. The gang had somehow gotten wind of who they really were, and that unfortunate slip had led to Mac’s current, tiring predicament.
A gunshot rang out through the trees, and Mac risked a quick glance around to each side, making sure Riley and Jack were both still okay. Jack had turned around to return fire, and Riley, seeing Mac’s concerned glance, gave a small thumbs up. Mac sighed in relief before focusing again on not getting shot by the increasingly aggressive gang members chasing him. However, he wasn’t able to relax long, the team was quickly tiring, it had been a long trip and they were all running on low sleep. The hostiles were gaining quickly. He needed to come up with something soon, or this would not end well.
He looked around, and an idea slowly formed in his mind. About forty yards to the left, there was an old shack that looked like an old wood shop. Why it was there? He had no idea, but he was thankful regardless. If he could just get over to it, he would be able to use the saw dust as an explosive, and use it to cause a distraction that should give them enough time to escape and call for backup. But, in order to do that, he would need a distraction of his own. He turned around once again to look at Jack, and nodded his head towards the wood shack, hoping he would get his message.
It turned out all their years working together had paid off, because Jack nodded and almost immediately turned around and started firing.
“Take that you good-for-nothing scumbags. I’ll have you know, no one messes with an angry Jack Dalton and gets away unharmed.”
Jack’s threats seemed to work, at least for the moment. The gang seemed distracted, enough so that they didn’t seem to notice when Mac quickly darted over to the wood shop. As he approached, he was happy to see that his assumption was correct, and there was saw dust scattered in piles all over the ground.
Mac immediately set to work, gathering up the driest bits of dust he could find, and made a pile on an old table. After he had collected a good amount of sawdust, he started to look for something airtight to place them in. After about five seconds of frantic searching, Jack’s firing speed was slowing down as he was running out of ammo, Mac found what he was looking for, a roll of plastic wrap used to cover the wood when it rained. He quickly tore off a decent sized section, and wrapped the saw dust “bomb” he had created, leaving a small hole where he placed a rolled up piece of paper, found on the table for some kind of plans or something, to act as a wick.
As he was busy trying to form his makeshift bomb, Mac was oblivious to the gang member walking up behind him, gun raised and aimed at his chest. Right as he was about to light the paper, he heard a shout.
“Mac, watch out!”
It was Riley, eyes wide, as she watched the scene play out from safely behind a group of trees. She was presumably trying to call for help, before yelling at Mac.
He quickly turned around, and saw the gun aimed at his heart.
Time seemed to slow down as he watched the man’s finger move towards the trigger, a cold smile playing across his face. Just as his finger arrived at the trigger, he was tackled to the ground by Jack, who then promptly knocked him out with a swift right hook to the jaw, but not before a single shot was fired.
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Mac’s mouth formed a small “o,” as the bullet tore into his body, not at the chest like it was intended, but in his right leg, right above his knee.
He fell to the ground as his leg gave out, and landed hard on the forest floor. For a few seconds, he was blissfully numb as his brain tried to catch up with what had just happened.
He was not so lucky for long.
First, there was a throbbing pain as the blood poured out of the wound, and then came the burning. A searing pain that felt as though his leg was on fire shot through his body, causing him to shudder. His breaths were coming in short gasps as he tried to look down to assess the damage.
Blood was pouring out of the bullet hole, and pooling on the leaf-covered ground. That was as far as he got in his examination, before Jack was kneeling next to him, gently pushing his shoulders back to the ground.
“Hey bud, you need to stay still for me okay?” he said, and then got his first real look at Mac’s injury.
“Oh Mac, that does not look good. I’m so sorry bud, if I had been a little quicker...”
He was cut off by Mac, “Not...your fault.” Mac was already starting to lose focus, and blood was still pouring out of the wound. He looked down again, “How bad?”
“Well, its not great...can’t see an exit wound, so the bullet is still in there. From the looks of things, your femur might be fractured too.”
Mac nodded, before closing his eyes tight as another shudder racked through him.
Jack seemed to have realized that he needed to stop the bleeding, so he was back kneeling next to Mac.
“Okay bud, this might hurt, but I need to try and slow the bleeding. Riley, what’s the ETA of exfil?”
That seemed to snap Riley out of her shock, and she pulled out her phone, while Jack started to push on Mac’s leg.
“Four minutes!”
Mac gasped as Jack pushed the bullet farther into his leg, causing it to put pressure on the already injured bone. Black spots were forming in his vision as his breaths got shorter, he was rapidly losing his battle to stay conscious.
“Sorry Mac, we can’t take the bullet out, and you’ve already lost enough blood as it is.”
“It’s...k” Mac said, his eyes fluttering.
“Come on bud, stay with me. You’re doing so well, just a few more minutes,” Jack said, in vain, as Mac’s eyes had finally closed and he fell unconscious, going limp in the dirt.
“Riley, how much longer?”
“Two minutes now,” Riley responded, looking nervously at the blonde between them.
Jack checked Mac’s pulse, and sighed in relief as he felt it, slower than normal, but there.
They both waited out the next two minutes in silence, and when exfil came, they moved out of the way as the medics lifted Mac’s prone form onto a stretcher, and got into the truck.
As the truck drove away, they were both thinking the same thing, why was it always Mac?
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Thanks for reading!! I just wanted to let you know that tomorrow should be another creepy Murdoc fic, and I am working on a continuation of my first Murdoc fic, which should be done some time this week.
Infection Story Time (it’s kinda gross, so scroll along if you’d like)
Prescription Drug side effects are NO JOKE!!!!
So, for about a month I’ve had a wound on my leg and it got infected. I went to the doctor (after putting it off too long) and got a prescription. Finished that and it wasn’t clearing up. So yesterday the doctor put me on a second round of a more serious antibiotic, but warned me it can cause diarrhea... Yep... here’s me on the toilet for the 3rd time in the last hour. My behind hurts. Can I take 9 more days of this? I don’t know!!!
I literally got an arrow to the knee at work this morning, the target didn't see it coming at all when I stabbed him the eye with the arrow after I took it out of my leg.
