GAWDVESYOUSLAVEDRIVER (3)
So y'know, I figured I should just finish this up. It won't be very long. ^^ Also….Ves will kill me if I don't ._. GOTTALOVEPEERPRESSURE
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Lamont grunted as he repositioned Worth as he jogged as steadily as he could. The rain started again, but only gently, sprinkling the quiet city. A tear fell down his cheek in worry for his friend. He kept telling himself that Worth had pulled through everything else in the past and he'd be fine, given a recovery period. But in the back of his mind, he knew that Worth had never been shot and the successful recoveries after a gunshot to the chest were close to none. Lamont picked up the pace, recognizing Worth's complex a few blocks away.
He picked up his gaze, making a silent prayer that his friend would pull through. If not…Then Lamont would never forgive himself. He would not let his friend die because of a little cold he caught in the middle of the night.
Turning into Worth's familiar alleyway, Lamont leaned against the bricks to the building and took out his chain of keys. He located Worth's immediately and unlocked the door. Lamont hurried inside and shut the door behind him. Lamont's eyes raced around the room, struggling for what to do next. He hurried over to Worth's desk and swept it clear, breaking a coffee mug in the process. It laid, unnoticed in a dozen pieces at his feet. He set Worth down onto his back gently onto his desk.
He untied his jacket from Worth quickly with shaking hands and pulled Worth's bloody shirt open revealing the blonde man's pale chest smeared with dried blood. At the sight of the wound Lamont stood, taken aback. He planted his hands on the desk, digging his fingers into the wood, unbelieving that his friend had been shot…And that he wasn't even sure if Worth was alive or not. His mind was nowhere near processing that he was already dead, and he knew that. He couldn't trust anything unless Worth moved or made a voluntary indication that he was alive. If not…..
"S-Shit Worth……What the hell were you doing…." Lamont drew a shaking breath, eyes itching with forming tears. He tried for a pulse again but he couldn't focus. Frustrated he rushed to Worth's back room where he kept most of his medical supplies. Worth had taught Lamont some run-of-the-mill medical procedures when they were younger. He strained to remember against everything else in his racing mind. Grabbing Worth's bag he hurried back to his friend. Lamont quickly unzipped the bag and rummaged through it, setting medical wipes, gauze and medical tape aside. Lamont smiled a little at the quality his friend's bag was in. It was absolutely disgusting on the outside, but the inside was clean and organized. Everything had a pocket or a space in the bottom. Worth did care about what little patients he had. Lamont straightened, shutting the bag again, and wiped some of the blood away.
A tear fell onto Worth's chest as the black haired man's shoulders quaked lightly.
He continued to clean the scabbed blood away. The bleeding had stopped since Lamont had tied the jacket around Worth, which was good. Worth had been alive then; there was blood on the inside of said jacket. Relief flooded Lamont as if a flood gate had just been raised.
He cleaned what he could. The wound was more obvious now. An inch or two below the left side of the collar bone, slightly off of the sternum….Too high to hit the heart…and possibly just between the lungs… Lamont sighed, a teary smile spread on his face.
He looked down to the wound itself. And then it moved. No...Worth's entire chest was moving. Lamont had finally calmed himself down enough to tell.
"W-Worth…?" Lamont tried for a response. Nothing. Not even after a few seconds. Lamont proceeded to patch the hole with a thick square of gauze, taping three sides and leaving the fourth open. He remembered about the pressure complications in Biology some odd years back in high school. The last this he needed to do was complicate this further, after everything he had done so far to protect his best friend.
As Lamont finished with the third piece of tape, Worth's ribs began shaking. Lamont looked immediately to his friends face. A large, toothy smile was plastered where a smirk would usually be found.
"You are hilarious, Monty..."
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Chapter three~
-Jazz
