Prompt from aliceinwhumperland's Whump Word(s) of the Day
'I'm uh…I'm not feeling so hot.'
Those words froze Virgil to the core. Damn his brother and his insistence that everything was fine, charging off in One before Virgil had finished seeing to the injured rescuee, let alone examine Scott.
'What do you mean, you're not feeling so hot?' he demanded, but got only silence in return. Panic ramping up, Virgil did the only thing he could. 'John?'
'I'm already on it. Taking control of Thunderbird One now. There's a large field ahead, I'll land her there and send you directions.' True to his word, directions appeared and Virgil adjusted accordingly.
Fifteen minutes later, and Scott was strapped down in Two's sick bay, unconscious but ultimately okay. That 'scratch' he'd obtained during the rescue turned out to be a deep laceration and Scott had passed out from blood loss. Virgil was pumping fluids in now.
He shook his head, watching Scott sleep. His brother would never learn. First to smother the slightest hint of injury in any of his brothers, yet so totally loath to get seen himself, it had been a close one today. He was glad he wasn't in Scott's shoes later.
Grandma was not amused.