#it’s got camouflage vibes
Well this got waaaay away from me.
Whumpay Day 10
I Can Still Fight | “I can’t stop.” | ExhaustionThe jungle is dense and moist and thick with insects. Everything rots.
The medic scrubs antiseptic into the long gouge where the bullet clipped him. “You should go back to camp,” she tells him, wrapping gauze tight over it, “and stay there until this has closed up. If it gets infected, I won’t be able to save it.”
“If it starts to get hot, I’ll go,” he says. “We can hope for good luck.”Wounds don’t heal cleanly out here. But his does. He rubs his fingertips over it often, feeling the profile of it through the dressing and the plastic cover that keeps the rain out.
He wonders if he really is that lucky, or if his good fortune is the work of an unseen force moving, the ripples cast by something swimming beneath the surface. The jungle is hot and humid, but goosebumps shiver across his skin as if a cold wind blew.
