Sing for Me (2)
Summary: Chief works fast to heal Kokiri, but Cia's drug makes it feel like another round of torture.
Words: 1000
Contents: noncon drugging, nerve enhancing drug, broken fingers, setting broken fingers, broken glass, face trauma, painful healing
Characters are my friend's oc's from @thatbrokenpromise
Part 1
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Chief had expected the worst, but he still felt sick when he saw what Cia had done to Kokiri. Chief had bolted to him, kneeling by his unconscious friend’s side as Prince dragged the witch out of the room. He flipped Kokiri onto his back, horrified as he saw the extent of his injuries.
Kokiri had landed on his side, his hands failing to catch his fall which made everything so much worse. Half of his face was coated with blood, flowing freely around a dozen shards of glass buried in his skin. They were still visible, which meant that it had happened recently enough that his body hadn’t yet started to heal around them. That was on a short timer, and Chief was reaching for tweezers in his bag when Kokiri groaned and blinked his eyes open. His hands twitched, starting to rise, and Chief caught his wrists.
“No. Don’t move. Your hands are broken,” Chief said firmly, then carefully set them back down. “I need to get this glass out of your face before I can set your fingers.”
Kokiri made a rude sound, but he didn’t try to move his hands again. He watched as Chief found his tweezers, then a rag to collect the glass in.
“Can you lay your head to side, so I can reach easier?” Chief asked, and Kokiri did without protest.
Chief pulled out the tiny specks of glass first, before they were swallowed by Kokiri’s healing skin. More blood beaded from the wounds, and Kokiri whined as Chief moved to the bigger shards.
“Almost done,” Chief breathed. He wiped another rag over Kokiri’s cheek, watching for the telltale glitter or a catch of fabric. It came back clean- blood soaked, but clean- and he set those things aside so he could work on Kokiri’s fingers.
“I need your hand,” Chief said, and reached for one. Kokiri tried to flinch back, and Chief bit his lip. “Link. That wasn’t a request.”
Kokiri shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. His fingers, twisted in all the wrong directions, were going to try to heal themselves if Chief didn’t set them first and that was going to cause even more problems. Horrible as it was, Chief knew that none of them were strangers to broken bones, or pain. Kokiri would live through this, one way or another.
“I’m going to set your fingers now,” Chief said, his voice carefully low. “I can give you something to bite on, but I’m not going to let them heal wrong.”
Kokiri shuddered and visibly swallowed. He opened his mouth just a fraction, and Chief quickly looked in his bag for yet another strip of fabric to fit between his brother’s teeth. Kokiri bit down on it immediately, his jaw shaking with the effort as Chief took his hand. Chief felt his fingers as gently as he could, but Kokiri still whimpered as he applied pressure.
“Okay,” Chief said, isolating the shortest finger. “Deep breath.”
The gag did little to muffle Kokiri’s screams as his finger snapped back into place. Chief felt another surge of anger at Cia, hating her for how she hadn’t stopped at one finger or even one hand. He had to set all ten of Kokiri’s fingers, while his brother cried like the pain was new.
“Almost done,” Chief said, trying not to let his voice shake. “Almost-”
He paused for a brief moment as he felt the final two fingers. He had taken too long. They had already started to heal, bones resting in all the wrong places. It was too late to set them without breaking them again, first.
Chief whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Kokiri’s eyes flew open, his panicked gaze landing on Chief for a split second before the medic broke his finger without further warning. His agonized wail rang in Chief’s ears like an accusation, almost making him forget that Cia was the one who had truly tortured him in the first place. Chief released Kokiri’s hand as soon as he was done, not daring to touch him again even though he so badly wanted to comfort him.
He waited until his brother could breathe through his sobs before he asked, “Did she hurt you anywhere else?”
Kokiri shook his head, gasping and shaking as he extended a hand in an attempt to point at something. Chief followed it and saw his bag, where Cia must have taken it from him. He hurried to retrieve it, and one of Kokiri’s hands had healed enough that he dug into it as soon as Chief brought it close. He pulled out the mask of the Fierce Deity, and Chief didn’t have time to ask if that was a good idea before Kokiri brought it to his face.
The Deity carefully pushed himself up and grimaced, his blank white eyes settling on Chief. “Hello again, little one,” he said.
“It doesn’t put either of you in danger to take over so soon after an injury?” Chief asked, and the Deity shook his head.
“No. He is already healing, besides. But… the pain is nearly unbearable, even for me. I feel like…” he pinched his own arm and immediately winced. “His nerves are hypersensitive. Any touch turns to pain, and what should barely hurt feels like torture. Do you know what happened to him?”
“I… I don’t know. He was taken by Cia and we rescued him too late. Maybe she drugged him…” Chief felt sick all over again. His medical attention had felt like torture, and Kokiri hadn’t had any way to communicate that the amount of pain he felt was too much.
“You did well to heal him, little one.” The face designed to induce terror was gentle as the Deity spoke. “He is thankful to you. He just needed to rest.”
Chief grunted and averted his eyes, not expecting a heavy hand to fall on his shoulder. The Deity gave a comforting squeeze, and Chief cautiously leaned into it.
“Thank you for helping him,” the Deity said again. “You did well.”