McReaper: Battle Wounds

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The train rattled below the two of them, the steel floor boards vibrating and resounding in the air as the world whirled past them. They were going fast, but not fast enough. The rattling metal accompanied by the whimpers and occasional cries of Jesse McCree. The evening air was cool and brisk and the sherbet sun shined into the otherwise dark train car. Jesse pushed his own back farther into Gabe, writhing in pain and fighting against Gabe's grip, indicating he had drifted back into lucidness. Gabe wrapped one hand around Jesse's wrist and the other around his waist to hold him firmly in place between his thighs.

"Stop moving, it'll only make it worse." Gabe grunted into the boy's ear as Jesse fought him, his remaining hand grasping for his stub of an arm. Gabe allowed Jesse to tap the familiar belt around his upper right bicep, a makeshift tourniquet Gabe had constructed before hauling his unconscious student into the train car. Jesse gasped in a mixture of horror and pain when his fingers streaked red from the black bandana around the new end of his arm. Gabe watched in uncomfortable silence as Jesse recalled the previous hours, a downfall of unfortunate events leading to the apex of losing his right arm, a messy, strangled cut.

Gabe heard the tears before he saw them, choking in the back of Jesse's throat as Gabe pulled his remaining arm away from the bloody stub. Blood pooled on the floor beside him, the tourniquet wasn't tight enough, but it was the best he could do with what he had. They needed to reach a hospital, but Gabe feared and subconsciously knew there was nothing close enough.

Gabe winced as Jesse turned his head away from the wound, burying his face in Gabe's sweatshirt, gripping the fabric with a tight, bloodied fist. Jesse sobbed into his mentor, the tugging on Gabe's heart and swelling in his throat made his voice crack as he muttered shh, and stroked his students messy hair.

"Gabe," Jesse cried, his voice strained and broken, barely above a whisper, "I don't wanna die."

Tears welled on Gabe's skin to match Jesse's, the horror and pain in Jesse's usually cocky and reliant voice made Gabe shutter. He wrapped his arms around the boy's neck, gathering the sobbing, whimpering boy into his grip.

"It's okay–I got you." Gabe murmured hardly above the cries, "You're gonna be okay," Gabe hesitated, worried he shouldn't say the next few words because he couldn't be sure of them, he couldn't say them without a twinge of doubt, but he said them anyways. Anything to hush the whimpers,

"I promise."

He almost felt guilty as the boy laid in his lap, concerning gasps and wheezes coming from his throat every so often. He pressed his ear to his chest every so often to count his breaths, making sure he was still alive, making sure he would hear Jesse's voice again. Gabe escaped the fight with nothing more than a few scuffs, a bruise developing here and there, nothing that wouldn't heal. But Jesse had danced with death, his face bloodied and beaten from the fight, an appendage left behind at the scene where his blood dried in the dirt. They had been separated for nearly an hour, Gabe couldn't have done anything yet he could have done so much. He could have been there, he'd of been dammed if he didn't kill everyone who dare lay a hand on Jesse. But he was too late, Jesse barely alive when he finally found him, miles from where they last saw one another.

Gabe knew who it was without ever seeing their faces. Although he had shut down DeadLock years ago, the hums of gang activity still lingered in the valley. Jesse had told Gabe in total confidence that he had a green light on his head. Since Jesse had abandoned his life of crime for a life of, theoretically, good, the remaining free members of DeadLock were told to kill him at the first sight of his hat. That's exactly what happened. Gabe and Jesse were sent back to the southwest to investigate the recent gang activity, Jesse insisted he go because he knew the ins and outs of gang life, fully aware of the risks. Gabe should have never brought him along, it was a mistake. All that could go wrong did go wrong. He's just glad Jesse was clever enough to play dead, and he's lucky that the members were dumb enough to leave the body.

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