first aid
Author: Nathalia
Rating: PG
Challenge: Flavor of the Day #230 - ambisinister (clumsy or unskillful with both hands)
Extras / Toppings: none
Word Count: 427
Story: Misfits
Summary: Hobbie wants Kendra to do first aid.
Notes: I love writing about Hobbie getting injured and having someone stitch him up. This is not the first time.
Kendra looked at the gash in Hobbie’s leg. It was a few inches long and she could tell that it was deep from the shrapnel Hobbie had removed from the injury and that now lay next to her, discarded.
Hobbie had stopped the bleeding by pressing a cloth to the wound but now came the part he didn’t think he would be able to do by himself and that was where Kendra came in.
“I’m not good at this,” she whispered, her face pale. “What if I screw up?”
“You can’t screw up,” Hobbie assured her. “This is sewing we’re talking about. Anybody can more or less do it. It doesn’t have to look great; nobody looks at my legs anyway.”
“Can’t someone else do it? Allen maybe or Cammie? I think they would do a better job.” She peered over her shoulder to the others who a few feet away from them, talking amongst themselves, or in the case of Jamie, sleeping.
“Stop acting like a baby,” Hobbie reprimanded her. “Get the needle and the thread ready and stitch me up.”
Kendra was about to protest again but then she reached for the first aid kit and got out a needle and thread, just as Hobbie had ordered. She looked at the black thread suspiciously. It was far too thick for her ever to stick it through the hole in the needle, that she could tell from looking at it but even so, she tried.
After watching her for several minutes, Hobbie sighed. “Cammie, have you ever sewed?” He called over to the rest of the group and the other girl looked up and nodded.
“Who doesn’t?”
“Kendra doesn’t. Looks like she never had a needle in her hands before. Come here and stitch me up.”
Cammie sauntered over, not showing much shock over Hobbie’s wound and took the needle from Kendra’s numb hands after kneeling down next to her. Within a few seconds, the thread had been attached to the needle and Cammie was leaning over Hobbie’s leg, working on it.
“You never used a needle before?” She asked conversationally, as if it didn’t take all her concentration to make the small, perfectly clean stitches she was working on.
Kendra shook her head. “I grew up in military bases and didn’t have a mother. Where should I have learned it?”
Hobbie shrugged. “I don’t know but we’re making sure that after all of this is over, you learn. You can’t be a Cerberus agent working with me if you can’t even do basic first aid.”