jikan_rpg | Just gimmie the gun. (closed-ish?)

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Just gimmie the gun. (closed-ish?)

⌛ Who: Kinn, Vegas, Pete? Mafia crew?
⌛ What: Fixing up the Hotel California
⌛ When: Mid-November
⌛ Where: At the future site of Hotel California--in the Kohaku territory
⌛ Warnings: Injury and things associated with that. Blood, swearing, blah blah blah. Kizuna break. VEGAS BEING NICE

Today was the day Kinn needed to assess which walls needed to be done over completely. There was one large section of the wall that Kinn had chosen to be something of an onsen and workout area that was going to need to be replaced. Everything had rotted out so badly that the only recourse was to tear the worst bits down and then patch it up. Or maybe he would put a door in that spot. He should put a door in that spot! It would make things easier and having a door opening out to the courtyard area wasn't a bad thing. Especially if this place would have guests one day.

As he hefted the sledgehammer to knock out another piece of timber, he felt it. It was a gunshot--who the fuck was shooting at him here?! He felt that 'bullet' rip right through his shoulder and he gave a strangled cry, the sledgehammer hitting something he hadn't intended and knocking out a weight-bearing post, causing the rest of the wall to crumble, hitting his head and back until the roar in his ears deafened him. Another snap, this time said bullet was in his arm-and Kinn cried out, struggling to get up and fight, confused as to where the attack is coming from. Was it an attack? He usually was more observant about his surroundings than this! What the hell happened?

Still in major pain (almost climbing to 'stepping on a lego' level,) Kinn struggled to get up. HIs left shoulder and forearm were on fire and throbbing, with the rest of his body feeling like it had gone through a rock tumbler. As the dust settled, he realized he was pinned a bit by the debris of the wall, and any way to contact for help was... it wasn't here, at least.

Fuck.

Kinn groaned, letting his head drop back as he felt some dizziness overcome him again. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

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Vegas just arrived when he heard, rather than saw, the collapse. He wasn't inside the building yet when that interior structure gave way. But he knew Kinn was.

"Shit!" he hissed and, stupidly, ran inside. His cousin helped him a lot since he got shot, especially in Nippon. It made Vegas develop a sense of loyalty to Kinn he'd never felt before. With that came worry about his well-being when it became clear, like now, that it was threatened.

It didn't look as if the whole interior collapsed, which was a good thing. He rushed toward the rubble, a little careless but still mindful of any pending danger. Vegas' priority was getting Kinn out.

"Kinn! Hey, Kinn!"

“Vega—?” He didn’t realize that his voice wasn’t as loud or as robust as it needed to be. The dust was still settling around him, which caused him to start coughing and that was a louder noise than his own voice. His left arm still hurt like a son of a bitch, though, clouding his rational thought. All he knew was that he’d been attacked by something and as a consequence, the wall had come down on him.

When he saw a blurry figure coming towards him, instinct took over and he felt silent, prepared to defend himself … somehow. Since he couldn’t readily identify who that figure was, he needed to be prepared for anything-especially since he still didn’t know who shot him.

Pete had been out getting supplies when he came inside to hear his husband's voice. Dropping the bags at his feet, he ran through until he found them. It didn't look horrible but he could tell that Kinn was trapped inside. That was all he needed to know to rush over there so he could start helping Vegas out.

"What happened?"

"Looks like a support beam came down." He glanced up at the ceiling to make sure nothing else was about to collapse on them and he started trying to dig through the rubble to find his cousin. They had to be careful not to let it shift too much or it might hurt Kinn even more.

"Hey, Kinn!" He could see the man's eyes were bleary and Vegas worried what might happen if he lost consciousness. "Say something, man."

"Got shot, asshole." He still wasn't certain what was happening, or who was around him-only that his left arm was burning and clearly stuck in the rubble. Dust was settling everywhere, making him cough and aggravating his lungs in the process. Despite his insistence that he was shot, there was no blood to be seen-once he was freed.

"You're late."

Feeling another wave of dizziness, Kinn shut his eyes, teeth grit through that wave of pain again. This definitely didn't feel like a GSW, but he didn't know how else to identify it.

Shot? He didn't hear a gunshot. Had Vegas? He looked over at him then decided it was better to get the rubble off of Kinn for now. They could think about the gunfire that didn't happen once they had him safe. Luckily it wasn't that challenging and soon Pete was supporting Kinn's weight once they had him out.

No bullet wounds anywhere. Pete frowned with concern at Vegas and shook his head. Nothing. No blood. No entry point.

Shot? Vegas didn't hear gunfire. Luckily he and Pete were in silent agreement about the priorities. If Kinn had been shot, they'd need to see how badly and getting him unpinned was key to that. Thankfully, it wasn't like the whole building came down on him and with the two of them working together, they made quick work of getting Kinn out of the collapse.

Vegas furrowed his brows as he looked Kinn over and saw Pete shake his head.

"I don't see anything, cousin."

In the midst of hauling Kinn out, he felt the new sharp pain in his left forearm and practically screamed, batting them away from the injured limb. "Sure as hell I felt like I was shot." Panting, he tugged his shirt of his shoulder, gritting his teeth against the pain. "Fuck."

The bruising on his forearm was coming in fast and dark as the swelling grew. Kinn kept it tucked tight against his midriff, his brows knit together as he swallowed hard.

"That could be a break. I can get a temporary cling but we're going to need to get to a doctor." Wen Qing would be too far away here since her practice was in the other Kingdom so the hospital was the better option.

Pulling off his sweater, he grabbed a knife in his boot and started to cut it up. "Grab that pole over there, Vegas. If we break it in half it should be short enough for his arm."

he's quick to comply, fetching the pole that Pete indicated. He snapped it over his knee and handed it to Pete. It wasn't a clean break, that's for sure, but Vegas tried to give him the half that was less splintered.

"Anything else hurt?"

Kinn watched his family work together to help him. It was annoying. Embarrassing, to a point, too. If he hadn't felt--whatever he had, that strut would never have been hit. He could feel the dust and grit on his hair and skin. Finally, he just leaned against the good part of the wall and hung his head, trying to school the rest of his emotions.

"I feel like I got hit by a bus. Or a wall fell on me." Which had, actually. His words quieted some more, "Just my arm is the worst." His arm that needed medical attention. The rest of him felt...pretty bad but nothing he couldn't work through. It was his forearm that needed immediate attention.

Taking the pole, he used it to make a temporary splint before wrapping up his cut up sweater around it and getting it supported against Kinn as a sling. Actually professionals were going to have to help them but this would allow them to get their cousin to the hospital without further damage. Tucking his knife back into his boot, he looked around again to see if there were more injuries but he didn't notice anything that was life threatening at least.

"Are you good to stand, Kinn? We need to get you to a doctor."

Vegas, meanwhile, was scoping out the area just in case there was someone else there who'd attacked Kinn. Seeing no one nearby or within a reasonable distance to have escaped, he returned to Pete and Kinn, ready to help his cousin walk if necessary.

"We're clear... for now at least."

Keeping the splinted arm close to his chest and as much above the heart as he could hold it, he started walking with the others. The adrenaline was still coursing through his system and he didn't start to lag behind for the first ten minutes. He still felt like he had been hit by a truck, though. The bone-deep ache was inescapable, especially with his arm.

While he appreciated that Pete and Vegas were here (and Kinn never thought in a million years he'd be appreciative of Vegas being around,) the one person he wanted wasn't here. And that hurt just as much as... whatever ran through him earlier.

"It felt...just like a bullet going through. And I swung wide, took out a beam by accident." He didn't even realize there were tears tracking down his face.

"That was one of the beams we were going to need to replace anyway."

Glancing over, he saw the tears on Kinn's face and nodded for Vegas to take over supporting him. That way he could walk in front and be a body shield so no one on the streets would see the tears. He wanted to protect the man's dignity as much as his body.

They'd have to figure out what had caused him so much pain when a doctor looked at him. But he was already pulling out his device to contact Tay to let him know what happened. Only to find that he couldn't reach him. Like his contact didn't exist.

Shit, he thought he had an idea of what had caused this suddenly. Doctor first then he'd bring it up.

Vegas was pointedly avoiding looking directly at Kinn to allow him some dignity. He did, however, see the change in Pete's expression, subtle though it was. Something was up and they'd need to figure it out, whatever it was. But after they had Kinn checked out for any injuries they might not be able to spot.

"C'mon, let's get out of here before anything else happens."

Kinn followed along with the others away from their shambled home, clutching his arm to his chest. It was probably too far a walk to Wen Qing but Kinn really wasn't thinking about that. For now, there was the pain, both in his arm and the ache in his body.

Luckily, a native spotted them, his eyes lingering on Kinn before turning to head off to the three men. "Come-come-come-come," he tittered, already reaching out for Kinn and not paying much heed to the other two men. "You need to see the bone setter, hmm? Waisu will take you there. Waisu will help with the break. See? Not too much for one man to bear."

Pete was immediately between the native and Kinn, refusing to let the other touch him. He didn't know this native and that meant that he had no reason to trust him. Besides, he knew they were in a heavier crime area and had only just started to build up their reputation. It was possible this Waisu was trustworthy but not without questions.

"Where are you going to take us?" He kept a hand up to keep himself between the men behind him and this native. "How will you help him?"

Vegas' tightened his hold on Kinn's good arm, ready to step in front of him if need be. But Pete was already there doing what Pete did best. WHile Pete dealt with the man who approached them, Vegas' eyes were scanning the area for any sort of ambush.

Kinn was-despite all his outward appearance as being an utter wreck- was still aware of what was going on. He let Pete and Vegas handle the native as he continued to look like a disaster. He didn't feel too far off from being one, either.

"Man needs a bone-setter," the native continued, speaking slow and more pronounced as if they didn't understand the language. "Fix the arm, mn? Ease the pain of other breaks. My home there," he turns, pointing three shops down where there was a mortar and pestle sign out front. "Where you go if not fixed now?" He turns back, giving Pete a critical stare. "Travel with bone break not good, not good."

Kinn sagged a bit against Vegas' grip, dropping his head more so he could mutter softly to his cousin. "Let's just get this over with. Going to hurt no matter what."

Pete listened and followed the finger to see where he was pointing. This all seemed to be a good sign. This man was likely a healer of some kind. Old fashioned but they needed help right away. Pressing his hands to his sides, he offered a very polite bow to the man as he made his decision to trust him. After all, he could end him in so many different ways if it turned out they couldn't.

"Thank you. We would be grateful for your aid."

Standing up again, he nodded back to the other two before following after Waisu.

Vegas nodded once to acknowledge Kinn and then again to Pete. The bone-setter had a good point. Getting to Wen Qing was going to be an ordeal with that break. Vegas stayed close to support Kinn as needed while they followed to the bone-setter's clinic. But Vegas was alert, aware both of his cousin and keep a close watch on any passers-by who might get too close or look too suspicious.

As Waisu lead them, Kinn relied on Vegas and Pete to keep him safe. The pain was getting to him and the farther they walked, even though it wasn't much farther, drained him. All the while, he heard the little man talk enough for all of them, babbling about this and that and the other thing.

The interior of the building had a managerie of herbs and salves and Waisu started to reach for Kinn, but thought better of it and gestured for the man to sit in a chair. "You realize I do have to touch your friend," he cautioned the other men.

Kinn, surrendering himself to his fate, gestures the go ahead. He goes to sit in the chair, still feeling like shit. Waisu looked at the arm critically, humming a bit. He turned to one guy, "You hold his shoulders, here and here." Then he turned to the other. "You. His knees, here and here." Once everyone was in position, he then carefully took the arm in his hands, running his fingers gently over the arm once he removed the first aid tools, feeling the bruising, muttering to himself more than to the others. He looked to Kinn. "This will hurt."

"I kn--ARUGH!" Kinn stiffened and tried to flail away as the man quickly pulled the broken pieces back into alignment, the bones snapping loudly as they clicked into place "FUCK! You're a goddamn--fuckin' shit." The pain was blinding and he still struggled against the hands that kept him held down.

"It was not as bad as it could be." Waisu was all business as he moved the re-set arm to rest against Kinn's chest and held it there for a moment, looking up to one of the other men to hold Kinn's arm in place before he could leave to get the tools needed for a new splint and sling.

Pete nodded to let the man know that they were going to let him touch Kinn. And he even went to go behind the man to hold him where he'd been told to. Mainly because he'd watch Vegas go to hold the legs. Holding firm, he let Waisu do his work and made sure to make a note to befriend this man. He was good and clearly knew what he was doing for older medicine. That was valuable.

And they owed him. He wouldn't forget that.

Once the arm was pressed to Kinn's chest, he nodded for Vegas to hold it there and went to stand guard. When he'd gotten the knife in his hand was a mystery but clearly he was ready just in case.

To guard Kinn, Vegas, and Waisu. The doctor had earned it.

See how much Vegas loves you, Pete? He's not willing to risk him getting kicked if Kinn jerked too hard from the pain. The sound of the bone being reset sent chills down Vegas' spine, but he held fast to keep his cousin in place and, hopefully, somewhat calm since he was with family.

Once Waisu laid Kinn's arm against his body, he scooted forward where he knelt to keep it steady for the new splint. Did he notice the knife in Pete's hand and the way he took up watch? Certainly. Was he pleased? Absolutely. How had no one ever noticed how sexy Pete was when he was serious? A mystery!

"Stay calm, cousin," Vegas urged even if he'd been squirming were their positions reversed.

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