forum Assassin’s guild//Finished Rp//Look for part 2

Started June 25, 2018 by @StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

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"Yeah, what do you need?" Cyrus asked, standing up, "We need to get her in there and have her warm up, maybe see if there's something in one of the med kits that can maybe lower the risk of any complications."

She coughed again and shivered

"Welcome back!" Uriah said sarcastically. As he ran off to the bunker. "You have to climb down with her. You're bigger and stronger." Uriah held out Sparrow for him to take.

She was mumbling again “mom?”

"Sure thing," Cyrus said, taking Sparrow and holding her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He waited for Uriah to open the hatch and started down the ladder, then helped Sparrow lay on the sofa on her side.

"I'm glad you heard me." Uriah breathed a breath of relief. "I was probably making it worse." That's right her ankle. He did yank it out pretty hard. Uriah wen to her legs and bent down, taking a look at her ankle. It was bruised and bleeding. "We need to bandage her ankle as well.

"Yeah, I think we should maybe take a look once she's alert enough to tell us what's wrong with it. Right now, I'm more concerned about secondary drowning and hypothermia," Cyrus said, "Do we have any dry clothes laying around? If not, blankets will have to do."

"I have extra clothes, they might be a bit big but they are dry." Uriah ran to the back room and grabbed a shirt and pants. "Here." He held them out for Cyrus. "I'll look away." Uriah laid his face on the wall. There was no way he was changing her.

"Okay… I guess I have to do this…"
Cyrus would have appreciated the help, but he figured he wouldn't ask. He quickly changed her, forcing himself to not think of anything other than her well-being. Cyrus wrung any water out of her hair to perhaps make it dry faster, then he draped her wet clothes over a chair to dry in the kitchen. He grabbed his cup of tea to offer to her if she wanted some to warm up, then walked back in.

"Done?" Uriah peeked a bit and turned the rest of the way around when she was fully clothed. "Its definitely big on her." Uriah's clothes made her look small. "Sparrow, can you hear me?" He bent down so he was closer to her.

"Yeah," Cyrus said, standing back and gazing over Sparrow.
He had his hands together in front of him and was biting down on his lip, trying to keep control over his emotions. Something kept him strong enough. Perhaps it was his know-how and confidence in these types of situations.

Uriah stood back up. "You did good Cy." He patted his back. "I would offer you a drink, but I broke all the bottles." As soon as he said that he slumped over. "I want a drink." He sighed before laying a back on a bed.

Cyrus looked back at Uriah. "Thanks… but I only did what I had to do." He chuckled a little at Uriah's mention of alcohol and sighed, "But yeah, me too, buddy."

Sparrow shifted “why am I under 50 blankets?” She asked

"Because you nearly drowned and are at risk for hypothermia. I'm not taking chances," Cyrus replied with his arms crossed.

“Like you care.” She said and burrowed under the blankets

"Cared enough to save your ass," Cyrus chuckled.

“I doubt it, you were at the bunker. It was probably Uriah.” A muffled voice said from inside th blankets

"He got you out of the water, yes. He didn't know what to do though, so he called for help and I came running," Cyrus explained.

She made an in humane sound

"What is it?" Cyrus gasped, alarmed, "Is everything alright?"

(I mean, I don't disagree. I hate that Cyrus had to give mouth-to-mouth (and perhaps give in to the whole rescue causes love trope), but that's procedure for drowning, so I can't do anything lmao
And then just all of Cyrus and Uriah's interactions kill me. I love these boys so much.)

"Sparrow?" Uriah sat up and hit his head on the top bunk. He wanted to curl up on the bed. But, sparrow was more important right now. Crawling out of the bed he went to her side. "Sparrow, are you okay, does anything hurt? If you need something just tell me." Uriah rolled his eyes. "Cy, stand back a bit, I think your rubbing off on me." He made a shooing motion with his hands, then laughed.

“Nothing.” She sighed. “Uriah, can you go get Ryker? Just do three high whistles and two low whisltes. “

Cyrus sighed, taking his gaze off of Sparrow. He really had messed up, but he didn’t have the words to fix it. He tried not to think about it, and in the process, remembered her ankle injury.
“Sparrow, is your ankle okay? Uriah said it was caught in something and he pulled you free.”