My Writetober 2020

Day 10: Stitches

Getting hurt was no fun, even with regeneration. No one really liked it, but it was an easy fix with a potion or some golden carrots. In fact, most of the Hermits took it for granted. It was something they'd always known, never having experienced the true fear of perma-death.

So when a glitch caused both respawn and regeneration to stop working, Grian was the only one prepared. He knew for a fact nobody else (aside from maybe Stress) knew first aid, and he understood his supplies would become priceless.

That didn't stop the situation from being less terrifying.

As of now, all the Hermits were gathered in a large bunker, as Xisuma furiously typed in command after command, trying to fix the issue. Even so, the bunker wasn't very safe, seeing as that it was nightfall and they'd run out of torches to finish lighting it up.

Grian glanced around nervously as he sat on the shulker with his supplies. Nobody really knew he had them yet, and he prayed he wouldn't have to use them.

But he knew he wasn't that lucky.

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The first few zombies were taken care of quickly, only resulting in a few scratches and bruises. A creeper was shot full of arrows in seconds as soon as it spawned.

The skeleton was where it went wrong. By the time it had been killed, Iskall had two arrows in his shoulder and Grian himself had a few in his arm and wings. While everyone panicked, looking around for bandages, Grian sat Iskall down and calmly asked Stress to open the shulker and hand him the supplies.

The pain was no longer muted from the natural regen, flooding through their limbs like they were being stabbed over and over again. Iskall was hyperventilating, short gasps of pain escaping him.

Grian on the other hand, had grown numb a long time ago. Ignoring his own pain, he expertly removed the arrows from Iskall's shoulder, before carefully cleaning up the wound. He heard the Hermits quiet down, and could feel them watching him with worry and awe. Grian's hands didn't shake, and his voice didn't waver as he game calm reassurances to Iskall when he whimpered.

He couldn't blame them, very few hermits were used to regular pain, the pain that came with the fear of permadeath.

Nevertheless, Grian cleaned the wound and contemplated how to bandage it up. After a couple seconds of internal debate, he turned to Stress. "Could you hand me the kit with the stitches?"

She nodded, pulling it out and handing it to Grian.

Grian opened the kit and quickly explained it to Iskall. "These are just to keep the wound closed so it doesn't get infected. It hurts less than you'd think, I promise."

The process was quick and easy, Grian not having to rush it at all. Once he finished he wrapped some bandages around Iskall's shoulder and deemed him okay. It was only then that he finally assessed his own injuries.

Two arrows in his left arm, as well as three in one of his wings. Working quickly and calmly, Grian removed the arrows, cleaned the wounds, and stitched up the wounds.

Silently, he thanked Taurtis for teaching him first aid.