Author's Note- I would like to thank everyone who reviewed last chap! I'm glad you all like this one! The medical scenes are fairly accurate: my mom's a nurse and my brother in medical school so they help that and Google is a boss with helping me! The nature scenes are also, I would say, decently accurate: I have never been to Russia or anywhere outside the U.S. other then Canada or France but Planet Earth and again Google are incredibly useful! SPONSOR! (If you watch Tobuscus) P.S. about four weeks per month says Google and it was six weeks of imprisonment in the last chap; now we will continue where we left off and as I promised to those who reviewed: I will do a time skip here to push Yusei closer to freedom!)
Chapter 10-Incoming
The priso-No, Yusei was writhing on the ground before him, growing paler by the second with bloody sputum sliding out of his mouth with each desperate gasp for air; his eyes shut against the pain and sometimes a ragged moan would slide through his bloody mouth.
"Yusei?" the younger patted his cheek non too lightly and his piercing gaze met the other's…in that moment all the knowledge he had learned in my years before Adrik surged his mind: 'He is dying slowly, painfully because he is choking on his own blood; first I must sit him up and lean him on the injured side.' He slid his hands under Yusei's trembling shoulders and back before slowly lifting while trying to ignore the gasps and short cries from the dying man; when he reclined Yusei against the stone wall another cry was torn from his throat and more blood bubbled over his lips, 'I must find where the injury is!'
Nimble and agile fingers delicately brushed Yusei's tender flesh that covered his ribs, wanting to go even more so carefully over the obvious bruises but knowing he could not afford to, he quickly found the rib that had broken and pierced the lung and leaned Yusei in that direction slowly, now his only problem was the removal. They did not have incredible medical resources at the base in general for they had never expected such incidents to happen; Bozidar hastened to the medical cabinet and immediately began to yank supplies he would need for the procedure, 'Alcohol, bandages, cotton, needle and thread, a thin dagger, very small tongs…' he rushed and brought these things back to where his patient and new friend lay still struggling to breathe through his own bodily fluids. The Czechoslovakian quickly went and grabbed supplies for a fire, a large bucket of water, and several herbs from his supply, before returning and setting to work.
He was frustrated at the time he had took for every second used on something else was another second closer to death for Yusei; to his great joy, the fire started quickly and he placed the water near enough to get warm but not hot enough to scald the skin and further the injuries. 'I need to restrain him now…but the only thing capable of doing that would be….' He swallowed with difficulty. It had to be done.
He cranked the metal gears and allowed the heavy chains to lift Yusei's arms above his head and out the way, but made sure that they were not pulling and causing pain. Taking the dagger and rubbing it with an alcohol saturated clothe, he made sure that his hands were steady and then allowed the blade to pierce the skin slightly above the fatal shard of the bone that was meant to protect; blood instantly spurted from the increasing slice and Yusei cried out and tried to turn away but the chains and the pain stilled him as much as they encouraged his instinct's messages to try and flee. Bozidar brought the blade back up to where he began the opening and dug in again, quickly and skillfully decreasing the distance between him and the rib, and again Yusei gave voice to his pain and begged softly for his "tormentor" to stop.
The young doctor flinched at the soft pleas but forced his hands to do what he willed, which was start at the beginning and cut deeper and finally he knew he reached the source of the problem when Yusei stiffened grotesquely and let out a dreadful wail of pure and utter agony.
"Odpusť mi, příteli! (Forgive me my friend!)" He spoke through the lump that was growing in his throat, "Prosím, odpusť mi! (Please forgive me!)" His cries were lost on the screaming man as he kept he turned the blade to reveal the white bone puncturing the lung. Taking the tongs and soaking them with alcohol as well, he reached in and deftly gripped the bone with the tongs and carefully pulled it free with his patient screaming and hacking blood the whole time as his paling body shivered with pain.
With the shard of bone free, he prepared himself for the worst part: because there was a hole in the lung he couldn't stitch it with needle and thread or, rather, it wouldn't be the most efficient and effective procedure; no, the best thing to do would be to cauterize the wound with extreme heat. It would be horridly painful but, yet again, had to be done. Placing a small portion of the thin dagger directly into the flames while holding the flesh open with two fingers, he waited for the blade to glow white with heat before cautiously picking it up and, forcing no hesitation in his movements, pressed the blade against the hole in the lung until he knew the skin had melded together. The pain that surged through Yusei was like no other he had experienced at the hands of Adrik and he screamed himself raw as the Czechoslovakian pulled the blade away and examined the seared flesh; satisfied with his work and shaken with the sounds of screams ringing in his ears, Bozidar reassured himself that the worst was over.
The outside layers of skin could be pulled together and stitched neatly, which he proceeded to do, and Yusei lay limply coughing to rid his lungs of the remaining blood, the pain of the needle and thread was nothing to the cauterizing and seemed to barely stimulate his tormented nerves. He was trembling horribly when the young doctor cut the last thread and sat back with a heavy, shaky sigh,
"Jsi v pořádku Yusei? Prosím, řekni něco, co můj přítel! (Are you alright Yusei? Please say something my friend!)" He took several deep breathes as he battled the pain and the younger waited patiently but nervously because he needed to know that his patient was alright,
"Y-Zachránila jsi mi život ..! (Y-You saved my life..!)" The raven haired man rasped before moaning softly at the fiery throbbing in his lung. "Dlužím ti můj život Božidar. (I owe you my life Bozidar.)
"Ne, já dostanu tě odtud. Nemohu uniknout z Adrik, ale můžete! Splatit tento dluh o jeden den zabít muže, který to udělal pro nás. (No, I'm going to get you out of here. I cannot escape from Adrik but you can! Repay this debt by one day killing the man who did this to us.)" As he spoke he lifted his shirt to reveal labeling tattoos and several brand markings that had been seared into his flesh. "Budu vám pomůže uniknout. (I'm going to help you escape.)"
XXX TIME SKIP (LAST DAY OF IMPRISONMENT) XXX …as promised
"He's being held in there?" Ghost nodded at Bulldog's shocked statement. From the outside, the bunker looked nothing more than a large boulder but the trick was the trap door hidden under one of the more overhanging pieces of the incredibly large stone, which prevented a buildup of snow, making it impossible to detect unless one was standing right above it…which this team of soldiers happened to be doing.
"This is the least used entry point of the whole network because of where it lets out," Ghost gestured around to the bowl like nature of the surrounding cliffs, "This is a deathtrap, an avalanche zone even, and it is very difficult to maneuver a heli' down here but not impossible." He smirked as the thought of Churchill waiting behind the controls of his favorite bird at the top of the cliff came to mind; the best pilot at their disposal and one of the most difficult areas to control the large aircraft in together at last.
He gave the men around him a look-over and they returned with the "weapons ready" sign; he would be going with Twitch while Bulldog and Brains waited for them to bring Yusei back up and then we would escape as quickly as possible.
XPOV CHANGE: Ghost X
Bulldog and Brains pulled back a few hundred feet and Twitch nodded to me before I gripped the crude rope handle and slowly pulled it away from the entrance, nothing but darkness was seen but a warm blast of air gave us hope as we quickly descended into the stairwell and shut the door to prevent more cold air from entering the tunnels and alerting the enemy. We paused to allow our eyes to adjust to the lighting, or lack thereof, and our ears to adjust to the sudden silence, not that we were incredibly talkative above the ground but this was completely undisturbed silence: the kind that made your ears ring by the very thickness of it.
Twitch and I both checked our weapons once more before carefully applying a silencer to all of them and switching to our sidearm and knife; we didn't wear night-vision goggles because it would be easier to get by without them, none of the patrols around here wore them so if someone caught a quick glimpse of us then they wouldn't think too much of it.
Hugging the rough walls on either side of the small tunnel, we both peered both ways to make sure the first intersection was safe for us to continue, no guards approached and no sounds reached our ears except the occasional sound of someone yelling; we continued down the straight path for many more intersections as we slowly began to get an idea of the shape and layout of the tunnels we were wandering in. We both crouched down as I pulled out the piece of paper and pencil we were using to make a map of sorts; quickly sketching the lines that made up our progress, I snapped my head to the sound of someone running and what sounded like someone being dragged.
Suddenly appearing down the hallway were two figures: one sprinting while the other couldn't seem to keep his feet under him.
"Ghost look it's…"
Author's Note- OH SNAP! WHAT. AM. I. DOING TO YOU GUYS! …one thing: CLIFF HANGER!WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! DON'T YOU GUYS HATE ME?