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demon king of the east, midnight ([personal profile] unrequite) wrote in [community profile] citylogs 2023-07-18 04:42 am (UTC)

[ Midnight decides to pick him up and sling him on his back. Of course he does. Well, of course, he pats a cheek, checks for a pulse first. He says something that he doesn't remember saying. If the young man is conscious, it sounds something like this: ]

Oh, my love. Don't do this.

[ But before the panic set in, the training did. Because of course it did. It's why he entered military service. He needed to be prepared next time.

Cover, triage, comms, in that order. Get out of sight, assess and treat the injury, then radio for help. Care for yourself first, cadet.

(Advantages to having such a strict drill sergeant in basic: you remember the discipline, not the fear.)

So Midnight checked that the boy hadn't been running from anything, that cover wasn't needed — why can't he see beyond a few meters in the dark, now, of all times — before moving onto the next step: triage. Pulse is weak, bandages look like they're beginning to soak with new blood. Breathing slightly. Still alive. He's not a medical professional, but he keeps some things in his workout bag. Water, of course, but a very basic first aid kit as well. That's where they're going. He'll pause if the boy regains consciousness, but unless he has some significant objections, Midnight will continue to follow procedure. It's what he can do. It's the very least he can do. ]

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