#my first aid kit extends to like. gauze and tape for large but shallow injuries.

[chthonicrose]

so like apparently we're having first aid kit discourse?

anyway it prompted me to email my rabbi and ask if we actually have tourniquets at temple, since we did a whole stop the bleed training about how to use tourniquets. so like. it seems like we should? and if we do it seems like everyone should know where they are? I could probably have emailed the temple administrator or secretary but whatever rabbi can deal with me emailing him I know him better

[charlie-boio]

Care For You

Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Summary: y/n is kidnapped by terrorists looking for Mitch

Requested: nope

Warnings: some angst, abuse, torture, kidnapping fluff don't read if any of these trigger you (also if I miss any lmk)

A/N: so this is my first fic...ever. Ive written before but I've never published anything before so hope yall like it :)

Y/n's head was pounding. She groaned as she turned her head to the side, feeling something sticky on the side of her face. Her arms were bound above her head with ropes digging into the flesh of her wrists as she hung there, duck tape strapped across her mouth. She had no idea how she got here, only remembering falling asleep soundly in her hotel room.

...this definitely wasn't the hotel room where she was staying. She pried her eyes open, blinking furiously. Her vision was blurred for a few moments as she tried to take in her new surroundings.

The room itself wasn't impressive. It looked like she was in a basement of some sort. It was cold and damp, with cement surrounding the wall and floor. She could see in the corner a circular table with a group of men sitting around it, laughing as they played poker, she guessed. One of men caught her eye and nudged the fatter man beside him. The fat man got up from the table with a sinister grin on his face. The rest of the men paid no mind to her, for now.

"Ah, look who's finally awake," he mused, coming up to her and ripping the tape off rather forcefully. He chuckled as her noise of discomfort as he pulled out a small photograph and shoved it in her face. "Know this man?"

"No," y/n lied. Of course she knew who it was: Mitch Rapp, the man she loved. The fat man knew this as well, earning her a slap across the face.

"Of course you do, you've been sharing a room together for the past week now," he said, slipping the photograph back into his jacket pocket.

"I don't have any idea what you're talking about,"

"Aw, come on doll, don't be like that!" he reached up to cup her face, but she flinched and turned her face away. The fat man exhaled through his nose, his lighthearted demeanor fading.

He turned his head and whistled, flicking his wrist forward. Two more men who were taller and muscular stood up from the table and walked over.

"Here's what's gonna happen doll: you're gonna tell us everything you know about you're little boyfriend Mitch Rapp, all the cases he's been working on, and where he is right now. You can either tell us all this the easy way, or the hard way. Your choice."

Y/n knew her answer right then. She leaned forwarded and spit right in the fat man's face. One of the muscular men immediately punched her the in ribs.

"Where's Mitch Rapp?"

"I don't know." Another punch to the ribs.

"What case is he currently working on? Is it us?"

"No idea." That time, the punch hit her across her cheekbone.

It continued like this all day, the fat man asking questions while she refused to give answers. Y/n knew she'd rather die then give up the love of her life. She tried to stay strong for him, but she couldn't help the tears or the cries of pain she let out every time one of the men hit her. Once they were finished for the day, they slapped new duck tape on her and shoved a box under her feet and left her in the dark. Y/n tried to untie herself, but to no avail.

The next two day was a repeat of the first day, the cycle of torture starting anew. However, towards the end of the day, one of the men had pulled out a knife and had nicked cuts all over her, with a long but shallow one across her chest. At night, once again she'd tried to untie herself, but it worse because the rope had burned into her skin so bad that even shifting her wrist caused them to scream with pain.

The fourth day had started the same as the others, only y/n could see the fat man becoming increasingly agitated. He was hoping she'd crack by now, and he was tired of her snarky remarks.

"Enough!" he shouted as one of the men delivered a particularly hard punch to her face, instantly blackening her eye. "This ends right now! You tell us the information we want-"

"That I don't have," y/n said.

"-or I'll do something that I'm really gonna enjoy," he smirked as he began to unbuckle his belt. Y/n's eyes widened, silently begging.

BOOM! A shot rang out through the room. The next time y/n looked the fat man was on the floor, with a bullet through his head. She looked up across the room, smiling widely at her savior.

"Mitch..." she breathed.

Suddenly, a slew of CIA men came running in behind Mitch as they began to take down all the men in the room. Mitch took down one with two swift motions as he made his way over to her.

"y/n..." his facade of an emotionless machine momentarily broke as he looked at her, beaten with cuts and bruises all over her, eyes swimming with concern. He immediately began to untie the ropes on your wrists as you collapsed into him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry that this happened y/n, but I've got you now, you're safe. We're gonna get you out of here, okay?"

She nodded, tears slipping down her face as he carried her out of the room. Once outside, she squinted at the sun as Mitch and her entered the black SUV.

"Drive sir, we're good," Mitch said. Y/n looked to the driver seat to see Stan Hurley as he drove them off, mentioning the new hotel they'd be staying in indefinitely, forbidding either her or Mitch from leaving during that time.

"Now y/n, don't take this the wrong way, but we need to know any information you told them. No one will hold it against you for-"

"I didn't," y/n mumbled. Stan looked at her through the rear view mirror with his eyebrows raised.

"I can confirm, sir. They're ringleader mentioned how frustrated he was at her for not giving information just as we were about to enter," Mitch said, glancing over at y/n briefly. She silently thanked him.

Stan pulled into their relocated hotel, telling him he'd be in touch in a few days. Mitch thanked him as he pulled her out of the car and carried her once again to their new hotel room.

He walked into the room, kicking the door shut behind him. He placed her gently onto to the bed.

"y/n..." Mitch said, placing his hands on the side of her face. He leaned in and kissed her softly. She sighed into the kiss, overjoyed to finally be safe with him by her side. He pulled back, eyes filled with concern again as he wiped the fresh tears from her face. "Arms up, baby." y/n complied, lift her arms in the arm as he removed the tattered shirt from her. He immediately winced as he took in her beaten form. "I'm guessing you'll want to shower. I only have my clothes with me for now, but I'm guessing Stan'll bring yours when he comes back again. I'll bandage you up afterwards okay?"

Y/n nodded, standing up and walking toward the bathroom when she stopped. She turned back to Mitch, who was already looking at her.

"Um...could you-I mean I don't want to-but-"

"Yes, I'll shower with you," Mitch stood up and lifted his shirt over his head. They both enter the bathroom and stripped off they're clothes. Mitch turned on the water, checking to make sure it was a comfortable temperature before stepping in. He extended his hand, which y/n gladly took. She stepped under the water, hissing at the stinging sensation across her cuts. Mitch immediately took her into his arms, whispering apologies and soft words over and over as his friends danced patterns onto her back.

They stayed there like that for what felt like hours to y/n, swaying back forth slightly, both of them overjoyed to be in each other's arms. Eventually, Mitch took the soap and began washing the dirt and grim off of y/n's skin, being extremely careful around her cuts. Once finished, he turned off the water and grabbed the towels from the rack. They dried themselves off, then Mitch guided y/n out of the bathroom and sat her on the bed. After seeing no extraneous injuries on her legs, he handed her a fresh pair of sweatpants that she gladly slipped over her legs.

Her chest, unfortunately, was a different story. Large bruises covered her ribs and tops of her shoulders. They're were little cuts all over with a long one cut diagonally across her chest. While her one eye wasn't swollen anymore, it was still bruised along with her cheekbone. Mitch's heart shattered into a million pieces at the sight of her, instantly blaming himself.

"Okay, I'm gonna grab the first aid kit, okay?" he said, standing up.

"Wait!" y/n cried, grabbing his hand. Panic flooded through her chest. Mitch's eyes widened and he kneeled down back in front of her, shush her quietly.

"I'll be five seconds, even less if you want. I'm not leaving the room at all. You're safe here..." he ran his fingers through her hair a few times to settle her down. She took a deep breath a nodded, flashing a quick smile to seem brave. He got up and ran quickly to the bathroom again, rummaging through until he found the first aid kit. He ran back, y/n looking at him expectedly.

Mitch kneeled, opening the kit and removing the gauze and rubbing alcohol. He took the towel from the bathroom and dipped some of the alcohol onto it.

"Luckily, I don't need to stitch this big one, it's too shallow so it'll heal on it's own, but I need to clean it so it won't infect. It's gonna hurt..." he trailed off, looking at her sadly.

"...can I hold your hand?" she whispered. Mitch nodded quickly and held out the opposing hand for. He took a deep breath and began cleaning the wound. Y/n cried out and grasped his hand tightly as he worked as quick as he could. Once finished, he took the gauze and wrapped it around her chest. Mitch grabbed a sweatshirt and handed it to her, which she accepted gratefully.

Y/n laid back on the bed and Mitch followed, laying on the bed and opening his arm out for her. She snuggled closely into his side, breathing in deeply.

"I'm sorry baby, I am so so sorry this shouldn't of happened. Its my fault it happened I should've been here I-"

"Shhhhh my love it's okay," y/n looked at her through her lashes. "You saved me. You saved my life Mitch, just like I knew you would." She smile at him.

"I love you, y/n," he whispered.

"I love you too."

He placed a long kiss to her forehead as they settled in closer together. Soon, they're breaths evened out as they fell into a peaceful sleep.