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Title: Kitchen hospital
Author: twisterdrag04
Claim: Frank Martin/Xander Cage
Table: DIY
Prompt: Shot
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Frank is shot and Xander gets angry
Warnings: Mentions of violence, M/M relationship
Notes: To cleo1969 the Frank to my Xander.
Out of everything that could go wrong on a mission, getting shot was always the worst. It made driving rather difficult. At least he was close to home. Getting blood out of the interior was always such a pain. He pulled the car into the garage and carefully got out, favoring his right shoulder where the bullet was. At least Xander was on a mission and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. The last thing he needed tonight was to…“What the hell happened to you?”… get into it with Xander.
“It’s a bullet wound Xander. Thought you would know what one looks like by now.”
“Well, getting shot made you cranky.”
He really did not have the energy to deal with Xander at the moment. All he wanted to do was get to a mirror and dig the bullet out so he could stitch it up and go to bed. Xander must have noticed something because he came over and started to pull off Frank’s jacket and shirt.
“Bullet still inside huh? Sit down.”
He pushed Frank into a chair and went around the kitchen getting a few supplies. He reached into their liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He poured Frank a glass because this really was going to hurt and needed something to numb the pain a little. He walked back over to Frank, still carrying the bottle. He put the glass down in front of him.
“Drink.”
Frank eyed the glass suspiciously and Xander rolled his eyes.
“Really? Now you get suspicious?”
“Never know with you.”
Xander resisted the urge to pour the whiskey directly into the bullet wound, but he would like to get laid at some point so he settled for setting the bottle down and taking the glass back to the kitchen to disinfect the tweezers and the needle he was going to use. When he brought everything back out Frank was taking a drink from the bottle. He sat down and pulled Franks shoulder closer to him.
“Gonna have to pour some in to make sure it doesn’t get infected. Shoulder infections suck.”
He waited until Frank nodded before he poured a little of the whiskey into the bullet wound. Xander winced slightly at the hiss Frank let out. He never liked hurting Frank, even when he was patching him up. While Frank took another big sip from the bottle Xander made sure everything was ready. He wanted to get this done quickly so he could stitch Frank up and they both could go to bed.
“Alright this is where it really starts to suck. I’m going to try and make this as quick and easy as I can, but you start throwing punches the bullet stays where it is. Got it?”
Frank nodded again and Xander let out a few calming breaths to settle his nerves. He leaned down and kissed a patch of skin a few inches away from the bullet wound, apologizing in advance for the pain. He picked up the tweezers and dug them into the wound searching for the bullet. He tried to block out the grunts of pain from Frank as he dug deeper. Thankfully the bullet wasn’t too deep and Xander managed to find it.
Once the bullet was out Xander made quick work of the stitching. Thankfully the bullet had missed anything important. He finished with the last stitch and started to clean up. He wanted to give Frank some time to recover before they moved to the bedroom. The tweezers and the needle were thrown away, the bullet was cleaned off so Xander could take it to work and find out who had shot Frank.
Once the clean up was finished Xander helped Frank to bed. He was a little out of it, but then the man did just have a bullet taken out of his shoulder. He got Frank settled into bed and turned to leave when Frank reached out and grabbed his wrist.
“Stay?”
Like Frank really had to ask.
Author: twisterdrag04
Claim: Frank Martin/Xander Cage
Table: DIY
Prompt: Shot
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Frank is shot and Xander gets angry
Warnings: Mentions of violence, M/M relationship
Notes: To cleo1969 the Frank to my Xander.
Out of everything that could go wrong on a mission, getting shot was always the worst. It made driving rather difficult. At least he was close to home. Getting blood out of the interior was always such a pain. He pulled the car into the garage and carefully got out, favoring his right shoulder where the bullet was. At least Xander was on a mission and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. The last thing he needed tonight was to…“What the hell happened to you?”… get into it with Xander.
“It’s a bullet wound Xander. Thought you would know what one looks like by now.”
“Well, getting shot made you cranky.”
He really did not have the energy to deal with Xander at the moment. All he wanted to do was get to a mirror and dig the bullet out so he could stitch it up and go to bed. Xander must have noticed something because he came over and started to pull off Frank’s jacket and shirt.
“Bullet still inside huh? Sit down.”
He pushed Frank into a chair and went around the kitchen getting a few supplies. He reached into their liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He poured Frank a glass because this really was going to hurt and needed something to numb the pain a little. He walked back over to Frank, still carrying the bottle. He put the glass down in front of him.
“Drink.”
Frank eyed the glass suspiciously and Xander rolled his eyes.
“Really? Now you get suspicious?”
“Never know with you.”
Xander resisted the urge to pour the whiskey directly into the bullet wound, but he would like to get laid at some point so he settled for setting the bottle down and taking the glass back to the kitchen to disinfect the tweezers and the needle he was going to use. When he brought everything back out Frank was taking a drink from the bottle. He sat down and pulled Franks shoulder closer to him.
“Gonna have to pour some in to make sure it doesn’t get infected. Shoulder infections suck.”
He waited until Frank nodded before he poured a little of the whiskey into the bullet wound. Xander winced slightly at the hiss Frank let out. He never liked hurting Frank, even when he was patching him up. While Frank took another big sip from the bottle Xander made sure everything was ready. He wanted to get this done quickly so he could stitch Frank up and they both could go to bed.
“Alright this is where it really starts to suck. I’m going to try and make this as quick and easy as I can, but you start throwing punches the bullet stays where it is. Got it?”
Frank nodded again and Xander let out a few calming breaths to settle his nerves. He leaned down and kissed a patch of skin a few inches away from the bullet wound, apologizing in advance for the pain. He picked up the tweezers and dug them into the wound searching for the bullet. He tried to block out the grunts of pain from Frank as he dug deeper. Thankfully the bullet wasn’t too deep and Xander managed to find it.
Once the bullet was out Xander made quick work of the stitching. Thankfully the bullet had missed anything important. He finished with the last stitch and started to clean up. He wanted to give Frank some time to recover before they moved to the bedroom. The tweezers and the needle were thrown away, the bullet was cleaned off so Xander could take it to work and find out who had shot Frank.
Once the clean up was finished Xander helped Frank to bed. He was a little out of it, but then the man did just have a bullet taken out of his shoulder. He got Frank settled into bed and turned to leave when Frank reached out and grabbed his wrist.
“Stay?”
Like Frank really had to ask.