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Febuwhump day 3: "bite down on this"
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Day 3: "bite down on this"
Algy in Terai, hurt no comfort, 350 wds
Algy remembered being dragged from the wreckage of his crashed Hunter only in snatches, confused blinks that switched seemingly at random from the coal-black darkness of the jungle night, to flickering torchlight, to the white explosions of pain-induced sparks behind his eyelids.
Now he lay propped on something firm but yielding, a mat of vegetable material, gazing in blank incomprehension at the seamed, firelight-gilded face of someone he didn't know. His rescuer, he vaguely comprehended, but all else was currently beyond his ability to understand.
"Can you understand me?" The words were spoken in perfectly clear English. "I will set your leg. It is a bad break, very bad. It will hurt. This might help."
Strong yet gentle fingers grasped Algy's jaw. At this point Algy was hardly aware if he was awake or dreaming, so he went along with it as the deft fingers opened his mouth gently but firmly, and thrust something hard between his teeth that tasted of wood and bark. He tried by instinct to spit it out, but the fingers closed his jaw on it. "Bite down," the calm voice said, and Algy did, feeling his teeth sinking into the wood.
It certainly seemed like a dream, especially with the warm yellow firelight making everything wavering and strange. He'd seen stranger things already, as he lay burning with fever and thirst and writhing in pain: Biggles beckoning to him, friends he had known and lost in the previous wars still bearing the terrible wounds that had killed them. So this lean and sure stranger bending over him, doing something to the leg that hung like a throbbing block of wood from his body, dead to the touch and yet terribly awake with its screaming nerve endings — why not; at this point Algy was willing to fall into it and go along with it. He had been laid down in a far more comfortable position than he had been in for the last forever, and given a drink of water, and for that he was willing to accept any amount of insanity.
Then the lean, unfamiliar figure bending over his leg did something to it. Algy's scream was muffled in the piece of wood blocking his mouth before he mercifully passed out.
Day 3: "bite down on this"
Algy in Terai, hurt no comfort, 350 wds
Algy remembered being dragged from the wreckage of his crashed Hunter only in snatches, confused blinks that switched seemingly at random from the coal-black darkness of the jungle night, to flickering torchlight, to the white explosions of pain-induced sparks behind his eyelids.
Now he lay propped on something firm but yielding, a mat of vegetable material, gazing in blank incomprehension at the seamed, firelight-gilded face of someone he didn't know. His rescuer, he vaguely comprehended, but all else was currently beyond his ability to understand.
"Can you understand me?" The words were spoken in perfectly clear English. "I will set your leg. It is a bad break, very bad. It will hurt. This might help."
Strong yet gentle fingers grasped Algy's jaw. At this point Algy was hardly aware if he was awake or dreaming, so he went along with it as the deft fingers opened his mouth gently but firmly, and thrust something hard between his teeth that tasted of wood and bark. He tried by instinct to spit it out, but the fingers closed his jaw on it. "Bite down," the calm voice said, and Algy did, feeling his teeth sinking into the wood.
It certainly seemed like a dream, especially with the warm yellow firelight making everything wavering and strange. He'd seen stranger things already, as he lay burning with fever and thirst and writhing in pain: Biggles beckoning to him, friends he had known and lost in the previous wars still bearing the terrible wounds that had killed them. So this lean and sure stranger bending over him, doing something to the leg that hung like a throbbing block of wood from his body, dead to the touch and yet terribly awake with its screaming nerve endings — why not; at this point Algy was willing to fall into it and go along with it. He had been laid down in a far more comfortable position than he had been in for the last forever, and given a drink of water, and for that he was willing to accept any amount of insanity.
Then the lean, unfamiliar figure bending over his leg did something to it. Algy's scream was muffled in the piece of wood blocking his mouth before he mercifully passed out.
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By which I mean: this is wonderful and I love it completely. ALGY ;___; This is an absolutely perfect scene for this prompt - I actually thought that when you originally posted the list, so I'm so glad you wrote it! You've done such a great job of conveying the pain and fear and confusion that Algy's experiencing here, I particularly love:
... the leg that hung like a throbbing block of wood from his body, dead to the touch and yet terribly awake with its screaming nerve endings...
OUCH.
(We definitely need a million words of post-Terai fluff.)
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Do I feel bad about it? Yes.
Do I have any intention of stopping? No.
(I will simply write fluff AS WELL, while continuing to whump him as hard as I can.)
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I support both of these options. <3333
(Also, I love that icon; it's so pretty.)
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Thank you, I'll take approximately 50k of Algy during and after Terai.
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(Thank you!)