Whumptober Day 17

Field Care 101

"Please don't move"/hemorrhage/dread

I'm really trying to get these done at a faster pace, but work is kicking my tookus, which just means we may be here a while. Don't worry; I'm also still working on Finders Keepers!

"It was supposed to be an easy in, easy out mission," Mikayla sat, head in her hands, in the empty waiting room. "Where did it all go wrong? I couldn't even get him back home. He hates hospitals but will tolerate them if Bruce or at least Dr. Cho are there." Mikayla stood up and began pacing, no longer able to contain her nervous energy. "OK, think Barton. Put your analyzing skills to work and figure out what went wrong. That's easy. What went wrong is in a hospital bed behind closed doors that they won't let him through, even though they're married. The not knowing is driving her crazy, and her mind is all over the place, thinking thoughts she doesn't need to be thinking. "Focus, Mikayla, go over the mission."

Right, the mission, which was supposed to be simple. A group was attempting to infiltrate the government, obtain a list of the undercover agents, and sell them to the highest bidder. Clint and Mikayla were sent to Casablanca to retrieve the USB drive housing the roster, which was being held in a supposedly unbreachable location. After doing research, it was discovered someone could go through the water distribution facility, change out the passcode with one of their own, then grab the USB and get the hell out. All went according to plan until the getting the hell out. As the couple went to leave, they were surrounded by the group they were there to thwart. As soon as Clint and Mikayla left the building, they were approached by several goons. The couple fought their way through the group, leaving the men unconscious on the ground. "Clint!" Mikayla pointed out a man on a motorcycle heading toward them, pulling out a gun.

"Here!" Clint leaped on a motorcycle left by one of the men they'd just fought. Mikayla grabbed the helmet and jumped on the back, taking a couple of guns from the unconscious men and holding on to one while putting the other one in Clint's holster. "Hold tight!" Clint took off as soon as Mikayla was situated, gravel spewing everywhere as the cycle spun away. Clint led the man on a chase through the streets of Casablanca. Each time Mikayla was able to get a clear shot, the other cyclist swerved behind a car or drove through crowds of people. Mikayla didn't want to hurt any innocent bystanders, so she wouldn't take the shot. Unfortunately, the man chasing them had no such qualms and began shooting at them, not caring if anyone got in the way. Mikayla heard Clint grunt, and a spray of blood flew across her face as a bullet struck him in the shoulder.

"Damn it!" Clint growled as another one struck him in the thigh.

"Pull over. I'll drive!" Mikayla shouted in his ear.

"I'm fine. Need to get to the extraction point at the port." Clint drove even faster.

Mikayla noticed the closer they got to the port; the more Clint started slumping, his head drooping toward his chest. The nice thing, though, was there were fewer people, so Mikayla was able to get in several shots, striking the cyclist with most of them, but he continued to follow them. About the time they arrived at the port, he caught up to them, but by then, Mikayla had used up the ammo in her gun and Clint's, so she waited until the motorcycle pulled up next to theirs, then kicked out, driving the other cyclist into a pillar. The cycle broke apart on impact, and the rider went flying into another post. "Clint!" Mikayla shouted as he passed out and the motorcycle hit the ground. The couple slid across the floor and crashed through a stack of pallets. Mikayla sat up, propping herself up on her elbows, shaking her head to get her bearings. She looked over to the right and saw Clint had a board from one of the pallets had impaled his right thigh. Mikayla crawled over to him, not feeling steady enough to stand. "Don't move, please don't move." She looked around for some material to stop the hemorrhaging from the bullets and finally found some drop cloths, which she tore into strips and wrapped them around his shoulder and leg. Someone had called the authorities, and she couldn't stop them from transporting them to a hospital.

Once she got to the hospital, she sent off a quick text advising the team where they could be found. As she was pacing around the waiting room, she heard the entrance doors slide open, and Steve, Nat, and Bucky walked into the room. "How is he?" Natasha asked.

"They haven't updated me yet." Mikayla gave them a rundown of what happened, pulling the USB drive out of a pocket, handing it to Steve. "Here's the data."

Steve nodded, putting away the USB. "You do know you're bleeding, right?"

"Huh? Eh, probably from when we went sliding into the pallets. I'll be fine."

Bucky looked at her. "Mikayla, damn it, sit. Let someone take care of you for a change."

"But Clint."

"He's in the doctor's care now," Natasha said. "Let's take a look at your arm and leg." Mikayla hadn't even noticed her injuries since she was so focused on Clint. Bucky went and got the first aid kit from the car and brought it in. They cut the material away from her arm and leg, revealing cuts and small gashes. Bucky and Natasha treated her injuries while she laid her head on Steve's shoulder.

As they were finishing with Mikayla, the doctor came into the waiting room. Thankfully, the staff at the hospital were known to SHIELD and had been vetted. "Agent Barton will be fine. We were able to stop all the bleeding and got the bullets out of his shoulder and leg. The wood was a little more difficult, but we could remove it as well and get him stitched up. He'll be out of commission for a few weeks. He's resting now if you'd like to come back to see him."

The group followed the doctor and found Clint resting. "Hey, babe," he greeted Mikayla as she planted herself next to the side of his bed. "You're hurt." He stroked the bandage on her arm with the back of his hands. "I'll call the doctor back in here."

Mikayla grabbed his hand before he could hit the button. "It's just a few cuts. Nat and Bucky treated me in the waiting room." She put a hand on his cheek. "You're OK."

"Better now that I get to see you." Clint put a hand over hers. "You sure you're good?"

Mikayla nodded. "Positive, now scoot over." Clint gingerly moved over as Mikayla climbed up onto the bed and curled up next to him.

"Well, guess our presence is no longer required," Steve said. He clamped a hand on Clint's good shoulder, then kissed Mikayla on the top of the head. "We'll be in the waiting room, then will take you back home tomorrow." Nat and Bucky also said their goodbyes and slept in the waiting room until the following day, when they got Clint released to their care and transported everyone back to the tower.