Author's Notes: I all but laughed out loud watching the part where Wyatt falls down after the Papay bite. The hand on the hip was absolutely hilarious. Somehow, that turned into this. Enjoy.
Wyatt Cain and That Imaginary Thing Called Pain
Wyatt Cain has been shot, stabbed, kicked, punched, slapped and every combination thereof dozens of times. He hasn't, however, made it a habit to go around getting himself chewed on by Papay.
If there was anyone left to say, the first thing they would tell you about Wyatt was that he had an astounding ego. Always had to be the manliest man and the strongest of the strong. So it's a surprise to him, strongest of the manliest, that when those teeth sank into his leg, he let outs out a rather embarrassing sound, something like a scream but he categorizes as a grunt. He pushes it down and pretends that it doesn't feel like he's been speared through with Satan's pitchfork.
When those damned creatures start to chase them, he sucks it up, puts on his brave face and keeps running. Bite wound and all.
And when they come to the cliff? Why, he put on his game face and jumps.
Now, in the safety of the forest, as he gathers firewood, he lets the mask fall because it's just him and his mangled leg out here. He leans against a tree and tries to push back the wave of nausea.
He allows himself only a brief rest, enough time to poke at his leg and feel shooting pain in every which direction. Nothing to be done about that just yet, so he shrugs and nods and returns to the group.
Should've been worried the moment he started seeing two DGs.
One minute he's being irate, as is his custom, the next he's pitching forward, clutching his leg against the blinding burning pain. It takes him a moment to clear his sight but he can hear the viewer getting closer.
He mumbles something about healing and Cain catches a strong whiff of whetroot - great for curing infections and warding off whatever bacteria was living in the mouth of a Papay. Horrible when you're trying not to throw up and/or pass out.
None of this matters when the beast shoves a clump of the offensive herb against his worsening wound.
Gods did that hurt.
It's unexpected and Cain let's out something between a grimace and a growl. He tries to reach down, but thinks better of it and places his hand on his hip instead. He wants to scream something vulgar and appropriate. Catches himself before it escapes because he's a manly man and there's DG, staring at him, trying to see if he's going to break his facade, if he's going to break, if only for a second. Cain thinks she might win this round if the pain goes on much longer.
And then it's over, the pain is ebbing and Wyatt Cain sucks in a deep breath and sighs. He grumbles a 'thank you' at the creature in front of him.
He's up in a minute, like nothings happened, shrugging off concerned hands as he walks back towards the wood, his manhood intact.