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Another late chapter, but still on schedule, so I'm happy. Today, surprisingly, Chase isn't the one to get hurt.
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No 6. "Get it Out" (250 words)
"Get it out, get it out, oh god, please get it out!"
Leo's distressed call echoed around the lab. His voice rising in pitch with his panic.
"Hey, calm down. I will take it out, okay? You'll be fine," Chase hurriedly assured as he kneeled by his brother, squeezing his shoulder in comfort. Once Leo took a deep breath, his frantic ramblings stopping, Chase focused back on the injury.
A long nail was embedded in Leo's thigh.
"How exactly did this happen?" Chase asked, trying to distract him as he studied the angle of the nail.
"Oh, I- uhm, I touch Big D's thing."
"The invention he specifically told you not to touch?"
"He didn't say it would explode and shoot a – Ouch – a fricking nail at me."
"Well, I guess he didn't consider the Leo effect. You ready?" Chase asked, grabbing hold of the nail.
"No. Just do it," Leo whispered, screwing his eyes shut.
"Okay. One... two..."
Chase carefully but quickly pulled out the nail, before pressing a clean cloth against the small puncture wound as Leo let out a cry of pain.
"See, all good," Chase said, giving Leo a reassuring smile. He swiftly cleaned the wound and placed a bandage over it.
"Thanks," Leo said, shakily returning the smile. "What about Big D's invention?"
"Doesn't matter. It was obviously a faulty prototype," Chase replied with a shrug, packing away the first aid kit. "He'll just be happy you're okay. Even if he forgets to say it."