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badly_knittedTitle: Minor Injury
Fandom: The Fantastic Journey
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Jonathan Willaway, Varian.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Set after the series.
Summary: Scouting around together while their friends make camp, Varian and Jonathan run into a bit of trouble.
Word Count: 787
Written For: Challenge 498: First Aid at
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What had started out as a pleasant stroll to get some idea of what was ahead of them had, much to Jonathan’s distress, turned into a bit of a disaster. He made a small sound of annoyance, shaking his head as he fussed over his friend.
“You know, this kind of thing never happens when you go scouting around with Fred,” he muttered. “Only when you’re with me. As soon as we get back to the others, I’m going to ask him to give me a crash course in first aid.”
“I’m fine,” Varian protested. “And I’m a healer. If you want to learn first aid, I could…”
Jonathan cut him off. “You’re NOT fine, you’re bleeding.”
“I know. Scalp wounds always bleed a lot. It’s just a scratch.”
“And how would you know that? Do you have eyes in the back of your head or something? Not that it would help if you did.” Crouched beneath a convenient overhang that provided them with some protection, Jonathan pressed what had been a clean, white handkerchief more firmly against the wound. “You’re lucky that rock didn’t take your ear off.”
“Falling rocks do seem to be a bit of a hazard around here.” Varian smiled ruefully.
“You don’t say! Maybe you should have covered your own head instead of protecting me. Like you said, you’re a healer. I’m sure you’d do a much better job of patching me up than I’m doing for you.”
Neither man was speaking much above a whisper, not wanting to set off another rockslide.
“Just keep applying pressure. The bleeding will stop soon.”
“It had better. You know, I used to wish I was taller; now I’m glad I’m not. Any danger seems to find your head before it gets to the rest of us. Next thing we know, you’ll get hit by lightning, or something equally ridiculous.”
“Jonathan!” Varian bit back a laugh. “That’s highly unlikely. Still, at least now we know to avoid this canyon.”
“It’s a shame we couldn’t have found that out without getting bombarded.” Jonathan checked the wound. “Ah! Looks like you’ve finally stopped bleeding. I think you’ll survive.”
“Good. Thank you. We should head back to camp. Quietly.”
“Quiet as the proverbial mouse.” Jonathan helped Varian to his feet, watching him carefully to make sure he wasn’t about to pass out or something. “Alright?”
“Yes, it was just a glancing blow, no real damage done. You worry too much.”
“Oh, you’re a fine one to talk, the way you fuss over all of us.”
“I don’t fuss.” One hand between Willaway’s shoulder blades, Varian steered the smaller man back the way they’d come, the two of them treading with care, walking in silence until they were out of the canyon, where they were no longer in danger of being hit by falling rocks.
“Well, that was an adventure, even if we could have done without it.” Jonathan sighed. “Still, it provided a timely reminder of how poorly equipped we are for this mad trek we’re on. Fred is the only one of us with any medical supplies, and what he’s got in his bag won’t last forever. The next time we come across a suitably advanced civilisation, we should see if we can pick up a few basic first aid items, bandages and such. This island can be a dangerous place.”
“You’re only just noticing that?” Varian sounded amused.
“Of course not! But seeing all that blood drove the point home rather convincingly. If our little band should get split up for any reason, all of us ought to know what to do in the event of injury, and we should all carry a first aid kit. There’s no guarantee that you or Fred will be there, or in any condition to help, the next time something like this happens.”
Varian nodded. “You’re right, and I should have thought of that myself.”
“We all should have. Our safety isn’t solely your responsibility, Varian! We shouldn’t be expecting you to think of everything for us; it’s about time the rest of us started thinking for ourselves.” Jonathan sighed again; he seemed to be doing that a lot lately. “Fred will not be pleased that I let you get hurt.”
“Jonathan! It wasn’t your fault; it was just an unfortunate accident. They happen.”
“And the next time there’s an accident, I’ll be less likely to panic if I know what to do.”
“Very well, basic first aid training can begin when we get back to camp. It will give us all something to do in the evenings. But Jonathan?”
“Hm?”
“You didn’t panic. You did well back there. Perhaps you already know more about first aid than you think.”
The End
“You know, this kind of thing never happens when you go scouting around with Fred,” he muttered. “Only when you’re with me. As soon as we get back to the others, I’m going to ask him to give me a crash course in first aid.”
“I’m fine,” Varian protested. “And I’m a healer. If you want to learn first aid, I could…”
Jonathan cut him off. “You’re NOT fine, you’re bleeding.”
“I know. Scalp wounds always bleed a lot. It’s just a scratch.”
“And how would you know that? Do you have eyes in the back of your head or something? Not that it would help if you did.” Crouched beneath a convenient overhang that provided them with some protection, Jonathan pressed what had been a clean, white handkerchief more firmly against the wound. “You’re lucky that rock didn’t take your ear off.”
“Falling rocks do seem to be a bit of a hazard around here.” Varian smiled ruefully.
“You don’t say! Maybe you should have covered your own head instead of protecting me. Like you said, you’re a healer. I’m sure you’d do a much better job of patching me up than I’m doing for you.”
Neither man was speaking much above a whisper, not wanting to set off another rockslide.
“Just keep applying pressure. The bleeding will stop soon.”
“It had better. You know, I used to wish I was taller; now I’m glad I’m not. Any danger seems to find your head before it gets to the rest of us. Next thing we know, you’ll get hit by lightning, or something equally ridiculous.”
“Jonathan!” Varian bit back a laugh. “That’s highly unlikely. Still, at least now we know to avoid this canyon.”
“It’s a shame we couldn’t have found that out without getting bombarded.” Jonathan checked the wound. “Ah! Looks like you’ve finally stopped bleeding. I think you’ll survive.”
“Good. Thank you. We should head back to camp. Quietly.”
“Quiet as the proverbial mouse.” Jonathan helped Varian to his feet, watching him carefully to make sure he wasn’t about to pass out or something. “Alright?”
“Yes, it was just a glancing blow, no real damage done. You worry too much.”
“Oh, you’re a fine one to talk, the way you fuss over all of us.”
“I don’t fuss.” One hand between Willaway’s shoulder blades, Varian steered the smaller man back the way they’d come, the two of them treading with care, walking in silence until they were out of the canyon, where they were no longer in danger of being hit by falling rocks.
“Well, that was an adventure, even if we could have done without it.” Jonathan sighed. “Still, it provided a timely reminder of how poorly equipped we are for this mad trek we’re on. Fred is the only one of us with any medical supplies, and what he’s got in his bag won’t last forever. The next time we come across a suitably advanced civilisation, we should see if we can pick up a few basic first aid items, bandages and such. This island can be a dangerous place.”
“You’re only just noticing that?” Varian sounded amused.
“Of course not! But seeing all that blood drove the point home rather convincingly. If our little band should get split up for any reason, all of us ought to know what to do in the event of injury, and we should all carry a first aid kit. There’s no guarantee that you or Fred will be there, or in any condition to help, the next time something like this happens.”
Varian nodded. “You’re right, and I should have thought of that myself.”
“We all should have. Our safety isn’t solely your responsibility, Varian! We shouldn’t be expecting you to think of everything for us; it’s about time the rest of us started thinking for ourselves.” Jonathan sighed again; he seemed to be doing that a lot lately. “Fred will not be pleased that I let you get hurt.”
“Jonathan! It wasn’t your fault; it was just an unfortunate accident. They happen.”
“And the next time there’s an accident, I’ll be less likely to panic if I know what to do.”
“Very well, basic first aid training can begin when we get back to camp. It will give us all something to do in the evenings. But Jonathan?”
“Hm?”
“You didn’t panic. You did well back there. Perhaps you already know more about first aid than you think.”
The End
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