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I haven’t finished Winter yet but I also want to write shenanigans. Also angst

Wolf took Winter’s place, keeping his much larger hands over the gushing gunshot wound. Winter had long since stumbled away from the scene, muttering something about being sick. She’d joined Jacin and Cress, keeping her back turned away from the rest of the group.

Cinder poured all her attention on treating Thorne’s wound, trying to ignore his glassy gaze that was practically glued to her face. She blew her hair out of her eyes as she worked to dig the bullet out of his hip, ignoring his muffled cries of agony.

Scarlet was holding him down, hands tight on his shoulders. “You’ll be fine.” She said, grip tightening as he flinched at Cinder’s metal hand digging into his side.

“Totally fine.” Thorne groaned, eyes squeezed shut to block out the pain.

“Would it help if I knocked you out?” Cinder asked jokingly.

“Haha.” Thorne said dryly. His head drooped against Scarlet’s lap, eyes opening for a second, flitting to where Cress was standing. Then he noticed the dead thaumaturge, who was still lying where he’d died. His brows rose when he saw the arrow. “Ooh. Nice shot, Scar.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank Jacin that he had enough willpower to aim for you stomach instead of your chest or face.” Cinder muttered, dropping the bullet onto the ground. “I felt it. He was fighting back.”

Thorne sighed. “He acts mean but he cares.”

Cinder nodded. “Exactly.”