Characters in this prompt: Dragon Slayer Ornstein/Nameless King, Dark Sun Gwyndolin
Summary: When his little sibling accidentally shoots him, the firstborn has to keep his smile for their sake.
When his little sibling had asked him if he could help them train with a dragon slayer bow, he didn't think anything bad would happen.
They had expressed the wish to get more skilled with larger weapons. Gwyndolin was already able to handle a moon light bow, but it was magic based. They told Gwynfor they had the feeling, that their father might respect them a little more if they would be able to be more like him. Gwynfor had gladly agreed to help his little sibling out and to supervise their training.
So why was now a misfired javelin stuck in his shoulder and Gwyndolin's face was twisted in horror?
Damn, that hurt. It would certainly bleed quite a bit when he would pull it out. It would probably be best to head to the infirmary right away to get it removed properly and receive treatment right away. If it weren't for Gwyndolin, he would have done that.
"I am so sorry, big brother.", they said, voice shivering. He could see tears trickling down their face. He had to be a good big brother now. Gwynfor braced himself and put up his best smile.
"But Gwyndolin, I am fine. I did had much worse injuries than this. Don't you think I can handle a little javelin stuck in me?", he said, trying to sound as calm as possible. He even walked over to a nearby wall and sat down on it, patting the seat next to him to invite Gwyndolin to sit with him.
"You did pretty well for your first time operating a great bow, you know?", he said once Gwyndolin sat down. "Don't feel too bad cause one of your shots accidentally hurt something else than the target."
Gwyndolin was still weeping besides him. "But, brother, you are hurt. And it is my fault. I shouldn't have asked you to help me out. I should have known that I couldn't handle it!"
"In hindsight, I maybe shouldn't have stood right next to the target...", Gwynfor said and raised his left hand to reassuringly stroke Gwyndolin's back. It started to get hard to keep his smile. His right shoulder was hurting badly. But to him, calming his little sibling down was far more important. "I am sure with a little more training, you can handle this bow just as fine as any of the great bow silver knights.", he added.
Gwyndolin sniffed a little bit more, but then said: "Do... do you really think so?"
"Yes, of course.", Gwynfor said, doing his best to keep up his smile. He could feel sweat forming on his forehead, this was far more difficult to keep up than he thought.
"But still, I am so sorry, that I have hurt you, brother.", they said. "I can't believe that you are taking this so easy. Doesn't it hurt?"
"Don't worry. Like I said, I had far worse. To me, it is only a scratch."
"If you say so..." Gwynfor noticed that Gwyndolin finally had stopped crying. It would be best if he would just send them to their room and got fixed up. But before he could say anything, another very familiar voice was heard.
"Master, what in the world happened to you?"
Ornstein must have had the worst possible timing ever to walk by the training grounds right now. The dragon slayer came running to him and even though his face couldn't be seen in full armour, Gwynfor knew from the tone of his voice that he was furious.
"Who even dared to hurt you like that? Just wait till I get this particular silver knight into my hands. They would wish to never see the next day!"
Gwynfor looked at Ornstein with a silent look, part pleading and part "Stop talking, you idiot!" when Gwyndolin started to cry out loud again.
"Y.. You have to p.. punish me then. I.. It was m.. my fault...", they sniffed.
Gwynfor made sure to keep the reassuring touch on Gwyndolin while glaring daggers at Ornstein. The Dragon Slayer physically shrinked under that look, he seemed to slowly understand what happened.
"But... of course the master can handle an injury like that without any troubles.", he said. "So please don't cry, I won't punish you for something the master isn't even upset about."
"See, I told you, it's fine.", Gwynfor said and stroked Gwyndolin a bit more. "I think you just need a break for now. Ornstein, would you take them to their room please?"
"Of course.", Ornstein said, bowing a bit at the order. "Would you come with me please, Gwyndolin?"
Wiping the tears out of their eyes, Gwyndolin stood up and followed Ornstein. Gwynfor waited for them to be out of sight. He wasn't too fond of the thought to go the infirmary and having to explain this whole situation. But he knew that he would need the right medical attention for this injury and that it could be dangerous to yank the javelin out himself. At least he didn't have to keep up a smile anymore. He got up and got on his way.
Before he had even made half the way there, he heard footsteps of heavy armour and Ornstein appeared at his size with a sudden halt.
"Have you brought Gwyndolin to their room?", he asked. Ornstein nodded to this.
"And why aren't you with them anymore? They were pretty upset.", Gwynfor's voice sounded a bit sharper than he wanted too. Must have been the pain. Ornstein winced.
"Sorry, master... they said they wanted to be alone..."
Gwynfor sighed: "I guess I have to talk to them later... But first I need to get fixed up. Can I count on your emotional support?"
"Of course, master.", Ornstein said and the both of them continued their way to the infirmary.
As they arrived there, Gwynfor just nonchalantly knocked at the door, opened it without awaiting an answer and said after entering: "Hey, would you help me pull this thing out?"
The look on the physician's face was priceless and Gwynfor had laughed out loud if it hadn't been for the pain.
"Mylord, how did this happen?", they physician demanded to know.
"I just learned that it is a bad idea to stand next to the target when someone is training with a dragon slayer great bow.", he said and gave Ornstein a nudge so that he could back it up.
"Uh.. I already have taken care of the silver knight responsible for this.", the dragon slayer added.
"If you say so...", the face of the physician looked like she wasn't totally convinced, Gwynfor noticed that she was especially looking at Ornstein. The knight seemed to have noticed it too.
"No, it wasn't some duel with Artorias this time...", he said and crossed his arms.
"Oh good, I guess I have to take your word then.", the physician said and come over to examine the prince. "That is looking pretty deep, I don't get how you can stand so calmly here with this thing stuck in you...", she said and turned to Ornstein. "Could you come over and yank it out? Don't worry, I'll show you how to hold it. I fear that I don't have enough strength to get it out in one go."
"Uh, alright...", Ornstein said and slowly trotted over to Gwynfor.
"Don't worry, you know I trust you. I am sure everything will turn out fine.", he reassured his student.
The physician spend some time talking to Ornstein and showed exactly how the dragon slayer would have to hold the javelin. Ornstein made himself ready to pull it out, Gwynfor had the feeling that he was more freaked out about this than himself. Ornstein mumbled: "Normally we shoot these things into dragons..." and then yanked it out.
Gwynfor cursed loudly, he had expected it to hurt, but not that much. He could see some of his blood that had sprayed on Ornstein's armour and on the head of the javelin, obviously soaked in blood. The physician had been quick to give him a thick piece of gauze to press onto the wound.
"At least, it is only a flesh wound.", she said and readied her supplies to get it stitched shut. While waiting and pressing the gauze on the wound, Gwynfor observed Ornstein who just stared at the javelin before slowly putting it down and be at this side in an instant.
"I am sorry, master, I hope that hasn't hurt as much as it sounded like...", he said.
"It hurt more than I anticipated, but I am still here and alive, you did nothing wrong.", he answered.
Next the physician showed up again and stitched the bleeding wound shut with a few pulls of the needle after cleaning the wound out. Then she bandaged the wound and gave Gwynfor a sling to rest the arm in.
"It would be best to not move the area of the injury for a while and this is the easiest way to make sure of it.", she explained. "Also, it would be better to get some rest for now. I would suggest that you go to your room and lay down."
"I am thanking you for your treatment.", Gwynfor said and stood up. "Would you escort me to my room, Ornstein?"
"Of course.", Ornstein said and the two of them left the infirmary.
At Gwynfor's room, Ornstein helped him getting rid of his armour before the prince decided to follow the instructions of the physician and lay down to rest. But laying in bed alone would be boring and lonely, so...
"Would you join me?", he asked his boyfriend. Out in the public they could never allow to show their relationship, but when they were alone, it was possible and one of the best things in the world for Gwynfor.
"With pleasure.", Ornstein said and got rid of his armour. Before he could join Gwynfor in bed though, a knock on the door was heard. Ornstein froze. Whoever this was, they couldn't be caught together like this.
To Gwynfor's relieve, it was the voice of Gwyndolin: "Brother, are you there?"
"Would you please let them in?", Gwynfor asked Ornstein and watched the dragon slayer walking to the door and unlocking it to leave his little sibling in. They were one of the few people who knew about it and promised to remain silent.
Gwyndolin entered the room, carrying a little bottle. "I know you said that it didn't hurt much, but I have the feeling that you only said this to make me feel better, so I brought you some pain relieving medicine.", they said and handed the bottle to Gwynfor.
"Aw, thanks, Gwyndolin.", Gwynfor said and grinned at them. "Well, while you are right that it definitely hurt more than I acted like, I still had far worse injuries. And now look at this, now I can add a scar to the collection from my amazing little sibling."
He ruffled their hair, making them slightly giggle. "I am still sorry that this happened in the first place, big brother. I just hope that you get well soon." They looked at Ornstein who had sat down on the table at the corner of the room.
"I better leave you two alone now.", they said. "But feel free to come to me for some tea later." With these words, they left the room. Ornstein stood up, locked the door again and strolled over to join Gwynfor in the bed. The prince stared at the medicine bottle.
"I am pretty sure they have mixed this right now, while we were at the infirmary.", he said. Ornstein stared warily at the bottle. "Do you really think about taking this, master?", he asked. "You know that Gwyndolin's medicine tend to have... side effects."
"They have gotten better with it lately.", Gwynfor said but tossed the bottle in his nightstand. "But I am simply not in enough pain to require medicine." He cuddled himself up against his boyfriend. "You being here is all the medicine I need."
(Author's note: I couldn't resist adding some NKstein into it ^^
This prompt was inspired by this picture: post/176918694334/skelephibian-tis-but-a-scratch which was made by tumblr user skelephibian
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