#jonnit kesler

[dathen]

I think Hair and Hanging were already asked, so... A Stitch in Time for the wip game?

hehe I've spammed this one at you a lot already so thank you for the request :3 This one is SO CLOSE to being finished!!

This is the first installment of my Dref Lives AU, where Orimar arrives JUST a bit earlier to drive Tiberius away before he can use the cutting stone, and Jonnit tends to the bullet wound Dref got in the battle.

Jonnit covered the spot with both of his hands, and cringed at Dref’s whimper as he pushed hard. He swallowed. “What happened?” “S-someone sh…shot me. No exit wound. It’s–” Dref gulped down a breath, and Jonnit felt his ribcage struggle to expand under his palms. “S-s-still in there. I, I need it out, a-and stitches.” Jonnit gaped. “Need it out? You mean—“ “My kit is in my coat,” Dref wheezed. “I— I’ll walk you through it. I can’t—“ a hiss of pain, “—reach.” Jonnit groaned even as he began to rifle through the pockets of Dref’s ruined coat with one hand, careful not to jostle him. “I don’t know about this, Dref, I’m not as good with all the gross stuff like you are.” This Dref did not dignify with a reply, but despite the strain in his clammy face arched one brow pointedly. “Okay, yeah, fair,” Jonnit muttered, trying to not recall Dref’s frequent bouts with nausea in too much detail. But the doctor did his work anyway, on bodies both dead and alive, and held back illness and fainting spells until after the work was done. Jonnit would just have to do the same.

It's also a sponge for many of my Jonnit and Dref feelings, especially with the surrogate brother dynamic I imagine them with, and the meaning Jonnit would find in Dref trusting him with his life. Also I just love the poetry of "nearly killed by blood brother, saved by surrogate brother."