#villain sidekick
June 15th- Back-Alley Medicine
Short but im tired deal w it
Cw: gunshot wound, wound care, crying, uhhh abuse, potential murder, maybe ish implied death, idk, emotions
Hero’s composure cracked, their stoic expression breaking into pure concern as they slowly eased Sidekick to the ground.
A small whimper of pain made their heart twist, an awful cold beginning to creep through the pits of their chest as an even worse warmth began to coat their palms. Blood, hot, sticky blood flowed freely from the deep wound in Sidekick’s chest, soaking through Hero’s gloves.
“Shh, shhh honey its okay,” Hero soothed quietly, pulling Sidekick’s head into their lap. They blinked hard, forcing back their own tears as they raised a hand, quickly pulling off their mask.
Somewhere in the battle, Sidekick’s own had been removed, likely ripped off by one of Villain’s henchmen if the scratches along their jaw and cheeks were anything to go by.
Sidekick’s eyes flicked up to meet theirs, their gaze watery and glazed.
“Hh’ro..?” They breathed, a tear slipping from the corner of their eye and trailing up their temple.
“Yeah- yeah Sidekick, it’s me, I’m right here buddy,” Hero whispered, quickly yanking off the outermost later of their uniform, the armored jacket, before tearing off a long strip of their shirt. “Just breathe, honey, it- it’ll all be alright..”
Sidekick nodded ever so slightly, a small hiss of pain slipping from their chapped lips as Hero pressed the ragged cloth against the bullet wound, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.
“Just- just hold on for a bit longer, bud, Healer’s- they’re on their way..”
