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THIS IS NOT WHAT I INTENDED | private - dannychan - 10-13-2017
/this got out of hand just skip below the line if you want
after their trip to zambia, with the rebel army almost attacking them and jackson getting shot, mitch had been more than a little worried- how could you tell? because it was rare to actually see him listening to music, or to pace as much as he was, one arm crossed over his chest and the other held up, his ring finger, pinkie finger, and thumb lining his jaw, his middle and index fingers placed over his lips and tapping along to the music that was playing at full blast into his earbuds, blocking out the world around him. he had managed to remove the bullet and such, but jackson was definitely going to be in some serious pain when he woke up. he remembered in his first year of college, he had to do a report on survival, and he remembered the blue loft is being a natural pain killed. he ran a hand through his messy, deshivled hair, and turned to the large africa man (abraham, a man who had been jacksons best friend since who knows how long), and blinked. "abraham!" he said a bit loudly and took out his ear buds, revealing that he was listening to a kelly clarkson song. "do. blue lotus grow near here?" he asked, frowning. abraham blinked. "uh.. yes, i believe so,, they're most common near the bike.. why?" the man asked. mitch tossed the headphones to his bag. "they're natural painkillers. i need you to stay here with jackson, make sure he stays calm." he ordered and grabbed the gun that was near abraham, hesitating. "how many bullets are there?" "three." mitch frowned and nodded, loading the gun. "i'll be back by night fall. if i'm not, then move on." he said and rushed off. abraham was about to protest when he heard jackson groan and moved over.
mitch returned a few hours later, holding a few blue lotus flowers and rushing over. "abraham, i need you to squeeze the juice from the petals, but make sure there's still a pulp to use." he instructed, and moved to jackson, who seemed to be awake. "hey there, bud. you doing ok?" he asked softly, feeling for any sort of fever.
[member=722]Leafwing12[/member]
Re: THIS IS NOT WHAT I INTENDED | private - Leafwing12 - 10-13-2017
(What's my character again so I can quickly look him up?)
Re: THIS IS NOT WHAT I INTENDED | private - dannychan - 10-13-2017
jackson OZ
Re: THIS IS NOT WHAT I INTENDED | private - Leafwing12 - 10-13-2017
Jackson had been in a sort of pained sleep for the past few hours. He had slowly awoken though, wincing. It took him a moment to remember where he was and why he was in pain. He glanced over, frowning a bit when he spotted Mitch. He forced a smile. "Fine." he said, his smile faltering when a pain shot through his body.
Re: THIS IS NOT WHAT I INTENDED | private - dannychan - 10-13-2017
he scowled. "we don't have any medicine, but i remembered this thing i had studied in vollege, it's a flower, a natural pain killed." he explained calmly, taking the bowl from abraham when he had finished. he looked around and grabbed a cloth and water bottle, dampening the cloth and cleaning off his hands and then around the wound. "ok, i'm not going to lie, this is probably going to feel really weird.. and taste really bad, but i can't dilute the taste or it won't work.." he said and lifted jacksons shirt, scooping he pulp up with his free hand and squeezing out any juice that had been left in it.
Re: THIS IS NOT WHAT I INTENDED | private - Leafwing12 - 10-13-2017
He frowned. He wasn't going to question what Mitch was doing. He learned its better to just go along with it. He merely watched him quietly.
Re: THIS IS NOT WHAT I INTENDED | private - dannychan - 10-13-2017
he sighed. "seriously, this is going to feel gross." he said and pressed the pulp to the messily sewed up would and looking around. he sighed and soon found a clean cloth, putting it over the pulp covered wound. the pulp was sort of damp and slippery and would definitely feel weird. he looked at abraham. "come and hold this in place." he said and the man did as told, a large hand holding the pulp in play. mitch slowly started helping jackson sit up. "ok.." he said. "how does that feel? tingly?"
Re: THIS IS NOT WHAT I INTENDED | private - Leafwing12 - 10-13-2017
Jackson instantly tensed up, gritting his teeth. "Yeah,it....feels weird." he whispered.
Re: THIS IS NOT WHAT I INTENDED | private - dannychan - 10-13-2017
he nodded. "good, then it's working." he said softly and took the bowl, holding it up. "gonna need you to drunk this." he said and kept a hand between the males shoulder blades.
Re: THIS IS NOT WHAT I INTENDED | private - Leafwing12 - 10-13-2017
He blinked, eyeing the bowl suspiciously. He smirked. "Hey, if you're trying to poison me at least let me know before hand." He said.