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Prompt
Injuries on the battlefield leading character 1 to be crippled, either temporary or forever. their enemy feels a stab of sympathy, or is it empathy?
They hadn't meant to take it that far. The enemy to character one is overwhelmed with a strange guilt that they haven't felt before, and end up taking character 1 home to where they live, to nurse them back to health or at least get them to the point where they aren't almost dead.
Character 1 is still hostile, anxious, and denies help at all cost, resulting in the healing to take longer. Can be platonic or romantic.
Technoblade was a powerful man. That was a known fact, common knowledge, something everyone knew. Stories and legends of the Blood God would spread far and wide, tournaments that featured him would always be full, and (depending on the server) he would always be recognised in the streets and approached for autographs. His arsenal of weapons was always full of only the best, sharpest blades. His cape was always the brightest, deepest red he could get, and the wool on his lapels was always clean and soft. There were very few that could match Technoblade, both in levels of raw fighting skill and iconic imagery.
Maybe that's why he was so lost when one of the few people who could stand up to him in a fight… couldn’t anymore.
It might have been fault, in a way, for not checking up on his almost-friend (the Blade didn’t have friends. Only associates). But then again, it was the fool's own fault he decided to be toxic and end up way over his head. Everyone and their dog knew to stay away from anarchy servers, even if you were a good fighter. Places like 2b2t were spaces that not even Techno wanted to touch. He was a fighter, not a scavenger-survivalist.
Dream hadn’t gotten the memo though, and now he was here in Techno’s arms: being carried gently back to the pigman’s cottage and bleeding sluggishly from a stump where his leg had once been.
It was obvious he’d been jumped, judging from the fact that he’d been in 2b2t, and it was clear he had given a good fight considering he still had all his items, and he was covered head to toe in blood that wasn’t his own. His body was limp though, unconscious from pain probably. Losing a leg did that. Techno winced at that though, glancing down again at his rival’s stump. It was somewhat of a choppy cut, a bit of bone peeking through. It started a bit below the knee, and blood still dripped down. Not as much since Techno had ripped a bit of his cape and wrapped it around the wound.
His rival had actually passed out in his potato farm. Quite rude, honestly, but whatever. He’d found the man already passed out when he was taking a nice stroll through his crops, cape draped loosely over his shoulders to keep the cold out. The seasons were changing on his private island, and a bit of frost nipped in the air. It was pretty awkward, embarrassing (for Dream) even, but he quickly wrapped the wound and scooped Dream up to carry back to his cabin.
The personal island was… personal. It was on his own server, far away from every other server, and he made sure it stayed hidden from all but those close to him. His family and close friends knew of its location, of course, and he had given Dream the ability to access it as well in case he ever wanted to come over and spar.
A little rude of him, honestly, to come to Technoblade with such severe wounds as if the man knew anything about first aid. Ok, well, that was a lie. Techno knew a few things, but nothing too advanced. He knew how to stop bleeding, how to give someone (himself) stitches, and how to apply a healing potion.
A healing potion wasn’t going to help this leg though. He sighed when he got to his cabin, gently placing Dream on his couch (the man didn’t make so much as a peep, but he was still breathing so Techno wasn’t too worried. He wasn’t.) and then pulled his communicator out.
Technoblade whispered to Philza
> Hey Phil
> I need a bit of medical help
Philza whispered to Technoblade
> Hey mate
> whats up
Technoblade whispered to Philza
> Ok so
> Say someone lost a leg
> What do I do
Philza whispered to Technoblade
> ????
> Techno did you lose a leg
Technoblade whispered to Philza
> Not me
> Dream
> found him bleeding on my crops
> He told me yesterday he was going to check out 2b2t so I can guess what happened but he’s not awake so
Philza whispered to Technoblade
> I see…
> Well wrap the wound
> Honestly I'm not too sure. How severe is it?
Technoblade whispered to Philza
> Pretty bad
> Below the knee, but you can see bone
Philza whispered to Technoblade
> Thats pretty bad
> Mind if I come over and take a look for myself?
Technoblade whispered to Philza
> Help yourself
Techno heaved a sigh of relief at that. He had been secretly hoping Philza would get his hint and come over. He enjoyed the presence of his father, even if he’d never admit it, and greatly appreciated it when he spared the time to make the journey over. The server was locked, but it was still fairly hidden which caused it to be a bit of a hassle anytime someone wanted to come. Techno wondered idly how Dream had gotten here. It wasn’t too far from the entrance to 2b2t, but it wasn’t exactly close.
He signed and scratched one of his ears-- a bit of a nervous habit-- before going over to his sink to wash the blood off of him. His cape was a lost cause, so he opted to drape it over Dream instead. His couch would be stained for sure. Not that it mattered much, Techno had been looking for a reason to replace it. After washing his hands, techno grabbed his med kit and made his way back over to his unconscious guest.
The leg wasn’t too bad. It was clearly a purposeful cut, and he’d have to ask Dream for details when he woke up. He gently ripped Dream’s pant leg away from the wound so he could access it better. Techno wasn’t afraid of gore, simply flicking an ear when he undid the temporary bandage and unravelled the open wound. The smell of iron filled the room instantly, and Techno got to work.
He dipped a cloth in a healing potion and dabbed it gently on the wound, watching in fascination as bits of flesh and sinue knitted themselves together and stopped the bleeding. The bone just barely peaked out, and Techno made sure to pack the surrounding area with gauze that had been dipped in more healing pots. He covered the area best he could, and then placed bandages around the wound.
Instantly a few drops of blood soaked through, but for the most part the wound was covered.
Techno huffed proudly at his work and got up to wash his hands again. He would make some stew while he was at it. Dream would probably wake up hungry, and he was feeling a bit peckish himself. Usually dressing an open wound would quench someone’s hunger, but Techno had slept in and skipped breakfast that morning. He hadn’t gotten around to lunch either, thanks to Dream’s appearance in his field.
Cooking wasn’t really a hobby you would expect someone with the nickname ‘blood god’ to have. If you asked Techno, he would probably deny any possible links to his cooking skill. It was something he had practiced just for himself (and Phil, who sometimes came over for dinners or lunches) and no one else. No one would suspect that someone with such a penchant for violence would be able to create something as wonderful and delicious as the potato stew that sat warming in the oven.
Maybe that's why Dream woke up screaming.
Techno’s instincts took over briefly and the spoon he’d been using to stir the stew was brandished towards Dream as if it were a sword. Techno thought it was a bit funny, but clearly Dream didn’t since he screamed again and backed up quickly, his back hitting the wall.
The spoon was placed gently on the counter and Techno raised his hands up to show they were empty. “Easy there, greenbean,” he mumbled.
Dream’s eyes looked clouded with pain and fear. Techno had removed the mask when he’d first laid the man down. It’s not like his face was something he’d never seen before. The green eyes flitted everywhere around Techno’s cabin, trying desperately to gauge their surroundings. Techno edged closer, his hands still up, trying to calm his friend. Dream’s panicked babbles slowed into whimpers, and then silence as the initial adrenaline rush wore off.
“You feeling better there?” Techno asked after Dream went quiet. The other man was still looking around the base, but his eyes snapped to Techno at the voice. Dream licked his lips a bit, mouth undoubtedly dry. Techno huffed at the lack of response and made his way back to the kitchen. He returned with a glass of water and a bowl of stew, which Dream accepted with shaking hands.
“How…” Dream spoked finally after gulping down the glass of water. His voice still sounded rough. “How did I get here?” Techno frowned.
“I was gonna ask you that. You showed up on my crops this morning. Ruined a good patch of potatoes, I may add.” Dream had the decency to look a bit sheepish at that. He shifted a bit under the blanket, and Techno could see the exact moment Dream realised his leg was gone.
He froze, eyes instantly daring to the space where his leg should be. There was nothing there. A sizable dip in the blanket. Dream’s breathing picked up again, and the bowl of stew tumbled from his hands.
“Hey, now,” Techno tisked as he watched Dream rip the blanket away from his lap and stare down at the stump. A scream erupted from his throat-- Second scream of the day , Techno thought-- and his hands immediately grabbed the area around the stump and just below it.
“Woah there,” Techno said, grabbing Dream’s hands and guiding them away from the wound. “Touching it won't help anything. Unless you want an infection, and I assure you that you do not.”