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I know you mentioned you don’t have everything thought out for your coa modern au…and you can totally ignore this request if you are to busy working on other stuff or life in general or just don’t feel like it! No pressure at all! But if you want to is there any chance you could write a little something for the aftermath of the motorcycle chase incident with the injured boys getting healed up??? But like I said no pressure what so ever!

Love your work!!! Keep being you! 💜

The motorcycle chase incident in question

Here you go anon, some nice hurt/comfort aftermath which hopefully meets your expectations. Hope you enjoy :)

(Warnings from the other fic apply, this one mostly deals with discussion/treatment of injuries though)

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Light awoke to worried murmuring.

His head was resting on something soft, and he was comfortable enough, but he could tell he wasn’t in his own bed... which was strange. He didn’t usually fall asleep anywhere except his bed.

Light blinked his eyes open in confusion and began to sit up, then bit back a cry as pain crashed up his leg. He hissed through his teeth and tried not to move again, squeezing his eyes shut, but couldn’t hold back a gasp when something shifted in his leg.

Right. It was broken.

Badly.

Nausea suddenly rose in his stomach at the idea of it, and Light tried to take a deep breath to settle it, feeling a bit light-headed. A hand suddenly brushed across his forehead, and once he got his stomach under control, he cracked his eyes open, looking up at Gloam’s worried face.

“Hey Light, how’re you feeling?” he asked quietly, and Light winced in reply.

“Not... amazing,” he bit out, trying to ignore the way his hands were shaking a little. The longer he thought about how wrecked his leg was and how it had gotten that way and the sound it had made was just making his stomach roll even more.

“Yeah, I bet,” Gloam murmured sympathetically, brushing his bangs out of his face. “Hib’s on his way, but until then we have some painkillers you can have if you want. You think you can you sit up enough to swallow them?”

Light hummed in ascent, and braced himself as he started to push upwards into a sitting position. He bit back a whine when his leg moved, something funny spinning in his vision, then felt Gloam’s arms on his, carefully pulling him upright.

“Sorry,” Gloam said with a wince as Light screwed up his face in pain, trying not to cry. That would only make this whole ordeal worse, he was not letting his more emotional side win here. He refused.

Light somehow managed not to let the tears escape as he moved, and once he was finally upright, Gloam handed him a glass of water along with some pills.

“I’m sorry we can’t do more,” Gloam murmured, watching him as he sipped some water.

“‘s okay,” Light mumbled, quickly swallowing the pills he was handed. “Thanks.”

Gloam gave him a small, stressed smile, then turned as someone called his name from another room. Light felt his arm get squeezed, then Gloam murmured he’d be back in a minute before stepping out.

Light carefully leaned back once he was gone, closing his eyes and letting just a few of the tears he’d been holding back escape. Goddesses his leg hurt. Maybe he could just fall back asleep, and when he woke up be pleasantly surprised to find out the whole thing was just a bad dream.

...Yeah right.

A small murmur broke his thoughts, and Light cracked his eyes open, peering around for the source. He belatedly realized he wasn’t the only one in the room, and saw Slate dozing next to Spirit, the two wrapped comfortably in a blanket. Light continued to look around, and noticed Windy was sitting closer to him, but his eyes were open, staring blankly at the ceiling.

“Windy?” he asked quietly.

His best friend looked over at his question, giving him a weak smile. He was still wearing the shirt he’d had on earlier, blood staining the shoulder, and he looked rather pale, worse then the other two boys he was sitting next to.

“How’s your arm?” he asked, and Windy let out a weak laugh.

“No worse then it w-was. Doing okay,” he replied, voice tired. He looked up at Light, obviously studying his face, and Light self-consciously wiped the tears from his cheeks. “Your leg?”

He grimaced. “Same.”

They went quiet for a second, listening to the faint conversation Era and Gloam were obviously having in the other room. Light couldn’t make out any specific words, but their tones were rather serious.

“I wonder if anyone called my grandma yet,” Windy said quietly. “I don’t w-want to worry her, but she should... should know I’m okay, even if I’m a little... banged up.”

“My dad’s gonna kill me once he finds out,” Light mumbled. “Probably never let me go out again.”

“Aw, I bet we can convince him,” Windy said with an encouraging smile, moving his arm without thinking. “He— ow! Ow... c-can’t keep you home forever.”

“You didn’t see him after what happened to Shadow,” Light muttered, stomach churning again.

A sudden knocking sound had them both startle, and Light tried not to shout as he moved his leg on accident. Pain jolted up his leg, and his vision went strangely white, and he couldn’t help but hiss through his teeth. But the spots eventually cleared from his eyes, and he looked up to see Era opening the door, a young man with a flower tucked in his hair standing there.

“Brought a friend along, he’s safe,” he was saying as he quickly came inside, setting a bag down on a chair and scanning the room. “Knows a bit about first aid.”

He smiled when he met Light’s eyes, and Light returned it, sighing a little in relief.

Hibiscus was finally here.

Behind him walked in a boy a little younger than Slate was, brown fluffy hair and simple clothes. Light couldn’t help but stare at the strange eye color he had, but he supposed he was one to talk. And besides, if he was here to help him and the others... well, he wasn’t going to point out anything weird about him.

The two quickly got to work, and Light found himself zoning out a little; they’d gone to Spirit first, and he had a feeling Windy would be next, which meant it would be a while before they got to him. He was fine waiting, especially since the medicine had started to kick in and Spirit and Windy were obviously in rougher shape than he was. But he also wouldn’t mind it if they hurried up and got to his leg.

Sooner rather than later.

His stomach felt more nauseous again as he thought about it, and Light closed his eyes, willing the feeling to go away.

“Love of Nayru, this was close,” he heard Hibiscus say from fairly nearby, and curiosity made him crack his eyes open. Hibiscus was studying Windy’s arm, carefully running a hand along his shoulder while the brunette guy (a name would be nice) was still busy with Spirit.

“How are you doing kid? You feeling dizzy at all?” Hibiscus asked Windy as he continued to run a hand along his arm, and the sailor shrugged with his good shoulder.

“Okay. Was dizzy earlier,” he replied, then failed to hold back a whine when Hibiscus put gentle pressure on the wound.

Era joined their sides as Hibiscus continued, offering his hand for Windy to squeeze, which he gladly took.

“You’re lucky it didn’t nick you any deeper,” Hibiscus murmured, shaking his head. “If the bullet was actually in your shoulder I wouldn’t be able to help you much, you’d probably have to go to the hospital.“

He sighed and began unwrapping the temporary bandages that had been wrapped around Windy’s shoulder, then smiled at him a bit regretfully.

“I am going to have to rip your shirt though, I’m sorry.”

Windy quirked a little smile. “That’s okay. This one isn’t my favorite.”

Light watched quietly as Hibiscus wiped away the bit of blood staining his arm, then him and Era cut Windy’s shirt out of the way. He looked away once the actual injury was visible, and tried to think about something other than Windy’s arm, or his leg, or the fact that they’d all been in a motorcycle crash and shot at by guys who were obviously trying to kill them.

His stomach rolled again.

“Did those kick in yet Light?” someone asked him, and Light looked up at Gloam, who was giving him a kind smile.

“Uh, yeah, it’s a bit better,” he mumbled. “Doesn’t hurt quite as much.”

Something in his tone obviously caught Gloam’s attention, and the older boy gave Light an intent look, crouching closer to him. Light looked away when his gaze didn’t budge, and felt a gentle hand land on his shoulder.

“Are you okay Light?” he asked softly, voice low enough that the others wouldn’t hear.

“Yes,” Light answered quickly, despite the emotional part of him that immediately wailed no.

Gloam met his eyes again, his warm grey-ish blues shining with understanding.

Light felt himself start to tear up again as he looked at him, much to his dismay, and when Gloam extended an arm, he let him wrap it around his shoulders and pull him into a little side-embrace without resisting.

“It’s okay bud,” Gloam said softly, rubbing his back as Light held back a sniffle. “You’re okay, all of us are okay.”

“We almost weren’t,” Light said thickly, rubbing at his eyes. “We were getting shot at and those guys almost caught us and when we went over that barrier I really thought w-we might—“

He breathed out slowly, making sure his voice didn’t break.

“Windy got shot Gloam,” he whispered. “And Spirit still won’t wake up.”

Gloam settled him more tightly against his side, and Light swallowed, letting himself lean into his hold.

“I know,” Gloam said quietly. “But Hibiscus said they’d both be okay. They just need to heal. It’ll take some time but they’ll be okay, Light.”

He gave him another squeeze, and Light let out another shaky breath, closing his eyes.

“I know.”

He sat there with Gloam gently rubbing his back for what felt like forever, letting just a few tears trickle down his cheeks. His arm was warm where it was still wrapped around his shoulder, and between that and the painkillers that were now rapidly taking effect, Light found himself starting to doze off again.

“Hibiscus will be a bit, you can get some more sleep if you want,” Gloam suggested after he’d shaken himself awake for the third time. His voice sounded amused, and Light grumbled at him before peeking around the room one more time, checking on everyone who’d been hurt.

Spirit looked less pale where he was curled up next to Slate, and Slate himself seemed to be resting easy, face less creased than it had been before. Hibiscus was still fixing up Windy, but he looked a lot better, less shaky and drawn.

Light let out a slow exhale at the sight of them all looking better, and closed his eyes, letting himself doze off.

They were okay.

#me making up on the fly first-aid: wheee it’s fiction!#courage of ages #coa modern au #legend of zelda #legend of Zelda au #fic #tw injury #writing from the floor #answers from the floor #anon #Brownie is the other guy but his name never gets mentioned rip #Hibiscus be smart #mr. jack of all trades #Light is freaking out but he’s hanging in there #they’re all freaking out really they’re just tired enough that it isn’t showing hah

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