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In The Lost World 3x10, Malone is hit with a poisoned dart, which sends him into a vivid and violent war flashback. Roxton, understanding best the horrors of the front-lines, steps up to calm his friend down.
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A/N: I was not planning on writing this, but here is a lil part 2 to my Fire Country tag!
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“Bode? Bode, c’mon. Come on, Bode!”
Jake pats at Bode’s face, shakes his shoulders, but nothing works. He just watches helplessly as Bode’s lids flutter, and then his eyes roll back in his head, his face going slack.
“Oh my god, Jake is he--” Freddy begins, and Jake waves him off with the hand that’s not currently at Bode’s neck feeling for his pulse. He knows how that sentence ends and he doesn’t want to hear it, doesn’t want to even think it.
He feels the thump thump of a heartbeat a second later, just like he knew he would (hoped he would).
“He’s alive,” he says, and out of the corner of his eye he sees Freddy nearly collapse with relief. “But he’s tachy.”
“Tachy? What does that mean?”
Jake looks at Bode’s sheet-white face, at the sweat beading his forehead and the paleness of his lips, and his stomach knots with worry.
“Jake?”
Jake looks up at Freddy, who’s staring at him wide-eyed. He looks like he might burst into tears at any second, which is how Jake is how Jake would be feeling if he stopped to let himself think anything.
“It means his heart is beating too fast. It’s his body trying to compensate for blood loss. He needs that ambulance, Freddy.”
“Is there anything I can do?” the man asks helplessly.
“Actually, yes. I need you to go find Captain Perez and ask him for an update on the ambulance. And bring me some blankets!”
Freddy nods and jogs off toward the smoldering fire camp. Jake turns his attention back to Bode.
“Alright, Bode, come back…” He makes a fist and rubs his knuckles firmly and quickly against the man’s sternum. Bode groans, one hand reaching up to bat weakly at Jake’s, and Jake lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Good, Bode, you with me?”
“What th’ hell?” Bode slurs, one eye opening and then the other as he glares up at Jake with an expression that’s equal parts confused and pained and that’s a million times better than unconscious.
“You passed out there for a sec, B. You’ve lost some blood but you’re gonna be okay. Ambulance is coming. You need to stay awake though, okay? Don’t--don’t do that again. You scared me.”
“‘m sorry. I…I screwed ever’thing up.”
There’s a part of Jake that agrees, but a bigger part that knows if Odin had gotten away then he would’ve gone on to cause more damage, hurt more people.
“Naw, Bode. You had to stop him. He was dangerous.”
Bode puts one hand over Jake’s, and Jake can’t help but notice that his hands are clammy and trembling.
“‘s not what I mean.”
Jake frowns slightly and Bode continues.
“Back when I…left, I--” Bode swallows thickly. “I should’ve--should’ve said somethin’, I should’ve…”
“Hey, that’s all in the past now,” Jake says. He thinks the blood has finally stopped, but he’s afraid that if he takes any pressure off then it’ll just start again and Bode will bleed out, so he keeps his blood-slick hands over the pile of reddened gauze.
“And I’m--I’m sorry about Gabriella.”
Jake sighs, closing his eyes for a moment. Freddy comes jogging up right then, and Jake is grateful for the disruption.
“Here,” Freddy says breathlessly, his arms piled high with blankets that smell like smoke.
“Good, drop ‘em here. We need to get one on him, and use the others to prop up his feet.”
Freddy nods obediently, dumping the blankets onto the floor. He piles all but one next to Bode’s feet.
“I won’t hurt him if I move him?” he says.
“‘m okay, Freddy.” Bode’s voice is low and scratchy, not at all convincing, but Freddy nods seriously.
“K, I’m gonna lift your legs up, now.”
Bode’s brow furrows as Freddy lifts his legs, jaw tightening, and Jake is glad that Freddy can’t see the pain on his face.
“There we go, buddy. Jake, is that good?”
Jake looks over and nods. “Yeah, looks good.”
“Here.” Freddy holds out the last blanket.
Jake still doesn’t want to move his hands, but he’s certain now that the bleeding has stopped and Bode needs to stay warm, so he carefully lifts his hands away from the wound, watching for any fresh blood and, on not seeing any, takes the blanket and drapes it carefully over Bode.
“What’d Cap say about that ambulance?”
“He called again, said they’re getting close. Maybe eight minutes out.”
Eight minutes. It’s not a long time, usually. An eight minute wait at a restaurant, or eight minutes until kickoff of the big game, even eight minutes on hold isn’t too bad. But there are other times when eight minutes feels like an eternity. Eight minutes in a bad fire can feel like an eternity.
And so, it turns out, can eight minutes waiting for an ambulance to come for your ex-best friend turned rival turned whatever the hell is going on now. He still doesn’t know exactly where they stand, still has a lot of anger and hurt over a lot of things, but he does know, is absolutely certain, that he doesn’t want Bode to die.
“How we doin’, Bode?” he asks.
“Pain’s not…not so bad anymore. Gettin’ cold.”
Jake feels a spike of concern, and he feels Freddy move closer to him.
“That’s bad, right?” he whispers.
“We’ve just gotta keep him talking,” Jake says.
“Hear that, Bode? Keep talking!” Freddy encourages.
Bode’s breath is coming in in fast, short bursts now, his skin ashen, and Jake guesses that if he could see better, he’d see a bluish tint to his lips. He’s obviously struggling to stay awake, but he’s fighting and that’s what matters. As long as he keeps fighting…
“Come on, Bode.”
“If--if…”
Jake has the sick feeling that he knows where this is going.
“If I don’t--”
“Don’t talk like that,” he says gently.
“No!” Bode says it with surprising strength, then winces. When he speaks again his words are quiet and halting. “Jake, if I don’t…if I don’t make it I need…I need you to tell my mom that I. I tried. I just w-wanted to keep her safe. ‘n tell my dad I just…I hope I made him-m proud.”
Jake reaches under the blanket, finding Bode’s cool, clammy hand and gripping it tight.
“You’re gonna be fine, Bode. You can tell them all of that, and more, alright?”
“‘n tell Gabby…”
Jake feels a stab of jealousy and guiltily shoves it down.
“Tell ‘er thank you. For savin’ me. And--and thank you. For not turning me in.”
“It was nothing,” Jake says. “I…probably deserved that punch.”
Bode’s mouth turns up in something approaching a smile and he nods once. “Yeah.”
“Do you hear sirens?” Freddy says suddenly, and Jake looks up toward the road. He can hear the faint sirens, and distant red lights are visible through the trees.
“They’re here, Bode! They’re almost here, you’re gonna be okay. You hear me?”
“Hear you,” Bode breathes. It’s obvious he’s getting tired, though, his eyes getting a distant look to them that Jake doesn’t like.
“Hey,” he says firmly, reaching up with both blood-caked hands and taking Bode’s face between them. “Stay with me now, I mean it this time.”
He doesn’t pay much attention to the ambulance as it pulls up, focused as he is on trying to keep Bode awake. He barely hears the sir, we’ve got it from here. Hands he doesn’t know reach for his arm and he pushes them away.
“Sir!”
“Jake!”
It’s Gabby’s voice that finally reaches him. He turns to see her cutting through the small clearing, face twisted with sadness and worry. Her dad is hot on her heels.
��You have to let them do their job,” Manny says.
Jake blinks and stands slowly, letting himself be jostled out of the way as the paramedics kneel on the ground next to Bode and get to work. Gabby stands near them, talking tearfully to the barely-conscious man. Manny takes Jake by the arm and leads him off to one side, and then pulls him into a hug.
“You did good,” he says. “They’ve got it from here.”
Jake doesn’t return the hug, standing stiffly and staring off into the darkness.
“Hey, you good?” Manny says, pulling away. “Jake?”
Slowly, Jake shakes his head.
“I didn’t say it back,” he finally says. “I didn’t tell him I was sorry.”
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Chicago Fire s11e19: “The smoke is bad. There's some kind of a corrosive substance in the air.”
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Sirens on the ambulance blare as whumpee lays unconscious. Doctors work furiously to close as many wounds as they can.
Caretaker holds a damp cloth, softly washing off a smear of blood, sweat and tears from whumpees face. They're as gentle as they would be to them awake, whispering "It's okay. Everything's okay. You're going to be okay." As if whumpee could hear them.
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ah, the classic “character has been impaled and pinned to a wall or the floor”
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I always wondered why they don't nickname Chilchuck to "Chil". Because Chilchuck is quite a long name, it's way easier calling him just Chil. And then this.
It's all the opposite of how it would normally work. Usually, people call each other by their first (or second sometimes) names, but when they're called by the full thing... it means either nothing good is happening, or they're being called in a formal way.
Isn't imposible to think that the party actually called him Chil, since it's his first name and a nice nickname for him. In fact, they probably did, and Chilchuck told them they shouldn't call him that and explained why. They stopped calling him Chil, and accepted calling him Chilchuck for the rest of their lifes, apparently. Actually, we don't see anybody calling him like that until...
Laios tries to get his attention with something that normally would. Calling him his first name, something that he told them specifically not to do doesn't even makes him flinch. And then he's sure that Chilchuck is out of it and proceeds to intervene.
It's such a subtle detail, I don't remember if they call him "Chil" on other panels, if they do, reblog with evidence so we have all the oficial Chil moments here.
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living weapon whumpees who, during the first few months of recovery with caretaker, are foreign to the concept of comfort‼️‼️‼️
have them flinching away from caretaker's soft touch because they believe they don't deserve it‼️‼️‼️
have a caretaker gently massage living weapon whumpee's shoulders, soothing words further adding to whumpee's overall confusion before they eventually lean into caretaker's warm touch‼️‼️‼️
have caretaker's soft words and hands holding whumpee's face snap them out of their conditioning after something / someone accidentally triggered them, startled at first before recognizing that, caretaker wasn't a threat, they were safe with them and that whumper wasn't here anymore ‼️‼️‼️
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Hands in Whump
-Running a gentle hand through Whumpee's hair, whispering reassurances into their ear.
-Grabbing Whumpee's arm to stop them from escaping, digging their nails into the flesh.
-A red, stinging handprint left on the side of Whumpee's face after a slap.
-Caretaker using their thumb to wipe tears off of Whumpee's face.
-Fingers intertwined, comforting pressure on the hand.
-Placing the back of the hand on Whumpee's forehead to check their fever.
-A hand broken after being stomped on by Whumper, Whumpee trying to get their fingers to move.
-Palms and fingers burned on a hot pan or stove.
-Fingernails being broken or ripped out.
-Cupping Whumpee's face.
-A hand clasped over the mouth to keep Whumpee from screaming
-Gentle hands applying bandages to aching wounds.
-An outstretched hand, offering aid and protection.
-Hands in the air to signal surrender.
-Whumpee covering their face with their hands so nobody can see them cry.
-Hands clasped over the back of Whumpee's neck as protection from an imminent beating.
And so, so much more!
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Do you ever think about the ways in which we are taught about love and duty
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top iconic and insane naruto moments
“do not talk about sasuke in my presence as though he belongs to you” [goes four tails] @ orochimaru
proposing a suicide pact between him and sasuke (bonus: “what the fuck is wrong with you” — a man who’s worse)
“if my arms get ripped off, i’ll just kick him to death, if my legs get ripped off, i’ll just bite him to death, if my head gets ripped off, i’ll just stare him to death and if my eyes get ripped out i’ll just curse him to death” 😁
[sees a shooting star] 🥰 “sasuke” 🥰
baby gay moment “if that means to be wise then i’ll happily live as a fool”
😄🧡💙 “i’m really glad i met you” @ sasuke who almost killed kakashi and sakura minutes earlier
[wakes up next to sasuke without an arm and almost dying of blood loss] “is this heaven?”
[lies down in bed and glows pink in the night in his room] “what are you doing right now, sasuke? are you alright?”
[slaps gaara’s hand and rejects him in front of his whole family when he tries to make him give up on sasuke]
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thinking about the finding. oh yes the bruise-littered skin and rubbed-raw wrists and red-rimmed eyes, oh yes the shallow, pained breaths and semi-consciousness, in and out for the pain, but more acutely: the finding. the 'you are safe now' as well as the 'how do i touch you without hurting you'. the 'i'm here, and i'm sorry that i'm late'. you know
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Why did you give the last of your food to that poorly disguised mimic? You were finally at peace with letting go, but now this odd thing won’t leave you alone and is even turning itself into various items in an attempt to aid you.
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