forum Need Another One of These (One on One) (Closed)

Started November 03, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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Corbin straightened and squinted to look at the bullet would. He took out a small pair of tweezers from the kit. “I need to remove it,” he said.

"I know that, what else were you going to do?" Kelton mumbled annoyingly, looking around everywhere but at the man. He occasionally shifted his arm around ever so slightly, gently hissing in pain, he hated feeling vulnerable and weak.

Corbin gave the man a sharp glare. “You are going to stop it with that shit if you don’t want me to throw you out onto the street,” he snapped.

Kelton quickly opened his mouth to retort but shut it again at the same speed, quickly looking away. "It's not my fault that you don't like how I usually act." He mumbled under his breath, wanting to get this over with quickly.

“Oh yes it is. It’s called being rude to someone who is helping you,” Corbin said in a hard tone. He picked up the tweezers again. “Hold still. I’ll admit, this will hurt like a son-uva-bitch,” he warned before sticking it into the wound.

"How do you kno-?" Kelton started to ask but instead let out a small scream instead, all the pain that had subsided over the few minutes had returned full force. He bit his lip, trying his best to stop himself from screaming in pain even more.

It took Corbin a minute, but he eventually found the bullet and got it out. He dropped the blood stained bullet onto the counter of the sink before setting aside the tweezers.

Kelton let out sounds of pain every so often and letting out a curse in between in too. After the bullet had been taken out, he didn't trust himself to say anything since he didn't want the man to be mad at him or anything like that.

(Ahh i lost the other rp we have, do you have it??)

Corbin picked up a bit of gauze, pouring disinfectant on it. He then began to dab lightly on and around the bullet wound to clean it a bit.

(When ever I lose an rp, I just search up the character names so yes, I do have it)

Kelton kept quiet, this pain wasn't that bad. He wasn't sure what to do after the man was done cleaning his wound and stuff, should he leave? Stay for a few days or something like that? He would probably leave when the man fell asleep or something.

(Ohh that’s smart)

Corbin finished cleaning off the wound. He pressed fresh gauze to it before wrapping it with bandages tightly for compression. “That should do it for now, but it’ll need to be changed and cleaned often.”

(Lol, thanks)

There go his chances on leaving when the man was sleeping. "Thank you for helping…" He mumbled quietly, it was rare for anyone to hear him say anything like 'Thank you' or 'Sorry.' He wasn't sure if he should ask for the other man's name and sighed, looking at the his injured shoulder before getting up and walking out of the bathroom.

Corbin had grunted in response, but he quickly was frowning heavily when the man stepped away. He promptly followed after him. “Now hold on, you can’t go wandering around my house.”

"I couldn't care less," Kelton replied without turning around. He looked around at the room he was in before walking out of that room and trying to find the exit since he wanted to leave even though he knew he probably shouldn't.

God, maybe Corbin should kick this guy out. “Door is that way,” he snapped, motioning down the hall with a heavy frown.

"Okay then, thanks! See you never," Kelton said, turning around and smiling innocently at the man. He headed towards the door, happy that he could do whatever he wanted to do. I'll see if I can get a job then I'll buy some gauze, alcohol, and other stuff for the wound. Then after a while I won't have to care about it that much, right? whatever. After that, I can finally do whatever I want to do. Finally. He thought, a small smile on his face as he walked out the door.

Corbin glared heavily at the other and watched him leave. “Good riddance,” he mumbled as he shut the door behind the other.

Kelton sighed in relief after he heard the other shut the door behind him. He walked outside and looked around. How am I going to get a job if I look like a beggar? He sighed and turned around, not sure if he should go back right after he left. He decided he would give it a shot, it wasn't like he had anything to lose, he walked back to the house and knocked gently. I already hate this, kill me, please.

Corbin had begun to cook a dinner, humming to himself as he made the food- pasta and cooked vegtables. He heard a knock and frowned as he went to answer it.

"I know you probably hate me, and i'm not sorry about that, but do you-um-have any clothes…? That I can borrow…?" Kelton asked nervously after the man had opened the door. He wasn't sure why he was so nervous to talk to a man that probably hated him.

Corbin frowned heavily when he realized who was at the door. His gaze was sharp as he listened, and took a moment to glance the other up and down slowly. “I might have some things that could fit you.”

Oh? He's actually going to help me? Instead of slamming the door in my face? I'm surprised. Kelton nodded. "Okay then. Thank you for deciding to help." He said as he glanced at the man, not sure what to do at all.

Corbin gave a grunt in response. He motioned for the man to step inside before shutting the door. He turned, grabbing his crutch from where it was leaned against a nearby wall and using that to help him limp to where his bedroom was down the hall.

Kelton stayed quiet after that and followed the man to where ever he was going. He probably hates me now, doesn't he? Why wouldn't he? I was being rude and mean to him but whatever.

Corbin walked into his bedroom and over to his closet. He opened up the closet door, glancing at the other for a moment before taking out a tshirt, a sweatshirt, and a pair of sweatpants.

Kelton kept quiet as he watched the man take out a t-shirt, sweatshirt, and a pair of sweatpants. "So, am I worthy enough to know the name of the man who saved me?"

Corbin gave the other a slight glare. “I didn’t save you. I’m just giving you clothes. You were going to shoot me earlier, I wouldn’t save you,” he said in a gruff tone.

"For fuck's sake I already told you there I wasn't going to actually kill you!" Kelton replied, glaring right back at the man. "And I was talking about what you did before I left your house. Also, I had a knife, not a gun or anything that can shoot."

“I don’t care, real or not, you threatening me was a mistake,” Corbin snapped. He grabbed a change of clothes and handed it over.

"If you think I shouldn't have threatened you. What else do you think I should have done, Mr. What-ever-the-hell-your-name-is?" Kelton snapped back, taking the clothes and still glaring at him.