So...sorry for the wait...
I'm currently in a different country-Okinawa, to be exact-and my grandparents don't have internet at their place.
I'm trying to get to a military Base as much as possible to get online, but no promises.
I do, however, have PLENTY of time to type this story...
Price saying MacTavish was a "lucky bastard" when surviving fatal wounds was an understatement. Five years ago, when MacTavish had been rescued on the bridge by the Loyalists, he had a concussion, lacerations on all of his limbs and his head, and minor burns.
This time, however…
The stab wound in his chest, the large cut on his forehead, three cracked ribs, a sprained ankle, some water that managed to stay in his lungs, and a bullet lodged in his right forearm from the boat chase…well, let's just say it was a miracle he survived.
The pain, however, was a different story.
When MacTavish awoke to Price tending to his wounds, it took all of his willpower to not cry out for him to stop. The slightest movements were fire to his pain receptors, and when he was lifted to head to the Little Bird and an awaiting Nikolai, the pain was unbearable. It was no wonder why he wanted to pass out.
So when he woke up to a strange young man telling Price the extent of his injuries, MacTavish couldn't help but add his two cents in.
"He's a lucky bastard alright."
"…thanks for the vote of confidence Price…"
MacTavish awoke later, remembering bits and pieces of his conversation with Price beforeAdriangave him medication. They had worn off, and a dull throb was now focused around his bullet wound. He searched for a clock and found a digital one hanging off of the wall with bright red numbers-06:07.
That doesn't help, it could be morning or afternoon…and Price sleeping in the chair next to me doesn't either…
"Price…Price!" MacTavish tried to call. However the lack of using his voice much, sans the small conversation before he passed out, since they infiltrated Site Hotel Bravo and the fact he hadn't had water since (unless you count him falling over a waterfall and forcibly drinking that), his voice barely came out as a whisper.
Price didn't stir, remaining immobile in his sleep. MacTavish frowned, irritated, before he took a pillow and painfully threw it at Price's head. Price was startled awake, looking around with trained eyes before finding a silently laughing MacTavish.
"Very funny Soap." Price rolled his eyes. He picked up a water bottle and opened it with mild difficulty. He handed it to MacTavish, who nodded a silent thanks and quickly drank the water.
"Where are we?" he asked.
"Nikolai's friend gave us a nice spot to hide while you recuperate." Price replied. "His name's-"
"Adrian. I remember." MacTavish nodded. "So…how bad am I?"
As Price listed off the numerous injuries, each mentioned throbbed in pain, as to remind MacTavish of exactly where they were.
"…huh…" MacTavish grunted as Price finished. Price frowned.
"Just 'huh' is all you have to say?"
"Could have expected as much. One time Roach fell after trying to rappel three stories. Got a concussion, broken arm, a cracked rib and sprained ankle. And that was before any fire fights…that he managed to survive without a scratch on him." MacTavish smiled softly at the memory of Roach's smiling face as Ozone helped him to the helo as it reached the L-Zed. Of course, he was on pain medications, so he wasn't all there.
"Or when Gaz managed to trip down a hill, break both legs and his right arm and still had to fire that Stinger…" Price reminisced.
"When was that?" MacTavish asked, raising and eyebrow in amusement.
"A year before you joined in." Price smirked. "And we still had to escape the fifty or so tangos following us."
"Price, didn't I tell you, you both needed rest?" a voice spoke from the door.
"He woke me up…" Price grumbled in annoyance. MacTavish gave him a joking glance in return.
"Well, nice to see you up, John. And John."Adriannodded as he started to look MacTavish over.
"Thanks for patching me up." MacTavish said, sitting up painfully to letAdrianwork.
"It's my job. You should be able to get out of bed within a week, four days with assistance. Fully healed up should be about a month."Adriansaid after a final look over of the wounds.
"Great…" MacTavish's voice dripped heavy sarcasm as he rolled his eyes. Price tried to stifle a laugh.
"Don't laugh Price. You're stuck in that cast for three weeks. And then we have to see if it ended up in the right position."Adrianalmost smiled at the thought of the previous resetting as he continued to redress the wounds.
"Why does it sound likeAdrianis your mother?" Nikolai said as he stuck his head into the room.
"He's a medic, it's part of the job description." Price smirked.
"You get the supplies?"Adrianasked, ignoring the previous comments in favor of his pride.
"Da, they're in the Pave Low now." Nikolai confirmed.
The two Russians disappeared into the next room, engrossed in a private conversation, leaving the two captains to sit alone.
"Well…" Price muttered, returning the pillow. MacTavish put it back in its place, lowering himself to lie down before pulling a blanket up and turning over. Price leaned back in his chair, pulling his hat down over his eyes.
"Wake me up if we're about to die."
"Will do."
Seems like the spacing is off...but I'm too lazy and pressed for time to fix it...
Hope you guys like this chapter