Lost

Chapter 26

This chapter contains descriptions of wounds and the process of treating those wounds.

×~ Stitches ~×

- Techno's POV -

I crawled out of the creek, careful not to get anything inside of my wounds. I started to walk towards camp when I noticed a pile of something near the edge of the creek. I walked over to it to get a closer look, and that's when I noticed what exactly they were. Why are Ranboo's shoes here, why doesn't he have them?

I bent down to pick them up but remember that my right hand was still covered in my blood. So I just settled for grabbing them with my left hand and making sure I didn't accidentally get any blood on them from any other of my various injuries. As soon as I picked them up I noticed that they were soaking wet. I guess that's why Ranboo doesn't have them on, hopefully, he's not too injured.

I stood back up and started to limp my way back to camp. My adrenaline slowly started to wear off and the pain I felt from my wounds slowly started to increase. The walk back felt painfully long, but I soon noticed a clearing with a familiar dull red A-frame tent laying inside. (A-frame tents are the triangle tents)

I stumbled into camp and tossed Ranboo's discarded shoes next to the tent, went over to the still unlit campfire, and sat down. I opened my inventory's menu and crafted a flint and steel with the flint that took much longer than it should have to find and finally lit the campfire. I let out a sigh of relief when I was hit with the gentle warmth of the flame.

I would have loved to just sit there and rest for a few hours, but I still have wounds that need to be treated. I scooted over to my bag and pulled out the medical supplies that I kept inside, and I also dug around for my sewing kit. God, I wish I had a suture needle using my sewing needles is going to be so unpleasant. I just hope I don't have too many deep wounds that need to be sewn up.

I should probably work on the wounds on my right arm first, I'm pretty sure those are the ones that are bleeding the most. I grabbed a healing potion and a regeneration potion from my inventory and drank them both before I started to take off my layers of clothing, beginning with my cape and corset. Both of which were now torn and blood-stained, the corset more so than the cape thanks to one of the injuries the monster gave when I first tackled it.

As I removed pieces of clothing the cold became more apparent and I grew thankful that I was able to find the flint before the fight started. As I removed the final layer of tops I finally got a good look at the injuries I had acquired during the battle. Some of the smaller scrapes had healed thanks to the potions, only leaving a line of raw and delicate skin that became the only proof that there were ever injuries there in the first place. But the larger wounds were still open and bleeding profusely, and thankfully my corset protected me from having too deep of a wound across my stomach. I don't think my lackluster sewing skills could save me from having my internal organs become external organs.

I grabbed my sewing kit and pulled out the sturdiest needle and thread I owned. I threaded the needle and took a quick second to mentally prepare myself for the extra pain I was about to endure. I let out a sigh and pushed the needle through my skin. Compared to my other injuries the needle was nothing, although it's a strange feeling having a thread in your skin, but it still feels like how you would expect it to feel.

I continued to sew up my injuries starting with the ones that were bleeding the most and ending with the ones that were being less problematic. I was practically covered head to toe in stitches and my sewing kit was practically out of thread but at least I'm not bleeding as much anymore. Although I still need to put on bandages and I need to clean my wounds before I do that, which means I need to get up and get some water. I probably should have gotten some when I was still by the creek. Oh well, nothing I can do about it now.

I grabbed my stained cloak and placed it on my shoulders before making my way towards the river I was at before. It was closer and easier to reach than the creek. I felt noticeably colder than I did before and I can't tell if it's because my clothes are torn to shit or if it's just the blood loss or maybe it's a mixture of both. Whatever the case, I should hurry, I don't want to start getting hypothermic.

As I limped in the direction of the river I was careful to avoid mobs and make sure I didn't accidentally reopen my stitches. Bleeding, even more, is the last thing I need right now. The sound of rushing water slowly started to appear and get louder and soon the river came into view. I sighed with relief knowing I could go back to the warmth of the campfire soon, all I needed to do is get some buckets of water.

I approached the rapidly running river and kneeled down before pulling some buckets out of my inventory. I quickly scooped up two buckets of water and placed them back in my inventory. I stood back up with a huff before turning around and heading back in the direction of camp.

While walking back I started to shake with cold. I need to hurry back. I don't think developing hypothermia will help me in any way, plus, it would be a little difficult to remedy that out in the middle of nowhere.

After a few more minutes of walking the light of the campfire appeared in the distance. I smiled faintly to myself and continued walking. I soon entered the camp and finally noticed how much of my own blood was strewn about the area. There isn't much I can do about that and the sight of blood doesn't freak me out so I ignored it.

I sat down as close as I could to the campfire without actually being in it. I opened my inventory and pulled out one of the water buckets. I then set it down close to the campfire because I'm not in the mood to deal with near-freezing water. As I waited for the water to warm I grabbed my backpack and started to dig through it, looking for something I could use to clean my wounds. When I couldn't find anything I decided the less bloody parts of my torn pieces of clothing would work.

I took off my cape once again and grabbed one of my discarded shirts. I tore off a piece of the fabric that didn't have much blood on it and dipped it into the water. I pulled it out of the water and rung it out before placing it on my injured arm. I carefully started to clean the wounds, making sure I didn't accidentally open them up. I placed the now bloody piece of fabric on the side of the bucket and grabbed the bandages I left out. I started to tightly wrap my arm in the bandages. Once I was done I grabbed the scrap cloth and partially cleaned it in the water before cleaning my other wounds and wrapping them the same way I did my arms.

Now that I was finally done treating my wounds I could put on some clean clothes. I grabbed my backpack and pulled out the extra change of clothes I brought with me. I stood up and quickly changed into them before sitting back down near the campfire. I was still quite cold but thankfully not as much as I was before, which was easy to tell because I was no longer shaking.

I glanced over at my tent that stood proudly in the clearing. Sleep felt incredibly tempting after the day I've had. It didn't help that I haven't had a proper sleep since I set off with everyone, just the occasional nap whenever Phil would wake up early to watch camp so I could get some rest. And I've gotten even less sleep since I found Ranboo, I think the last time I managed to get any sleep was when we were stuck in the cave. I don't think that's very healthy, maybe I shouldn't do that. I seriously need to get some sleep.

I crawled over to the tent and got inside. I got inside the bedding I had already layed inside when I first set up the tent. After getting situated I fell asleep almost immediately and had pleasant dreams of killing orphans and burning down their orphanages.

1520 Words: I have decided that I'm not going write on the days I have off of school unless I really want to, so chapters might take a little longer to make.