Pretty please make more of the Adler scar scenarios!!!! Your writing is so peak and amazing nobody sneezed why are u blessing us like thisss
Russell Adler scar scenarios | part two: Bayonet |
AN: I am not a medical professional, so I might not have used the correct terms. It’s all so confusing. I hope everyone is enjoys it, though.
Honestly, I’m debating whether to make another part involving a knife. Maybe one where he tries to defend his wife. I don’t know yet 🤷🏻♀️
"You aren't supposed to be up."
His injuries were bad. He had lost too much blood.
The anesthesia had worn off.
The field medics had tried everything to stop the bleeding.
In and out of consciousness, Russell had fought against them.
His bottom lip felt tight. There was an aftertaste of metal, like he had sucked on a coin.
He couldn't feel the left side of his face. It felt tight, like it had been sewn shut.
"You are lucky, sir." The trauma surgeon looked at his notes. "The bayonet missed your eye by a millimeter."
"The facial nerves on the left side of your face most likely never recovered."
In his drowsy state, Russell looked at the doctor. In the rare moment of Russell Adler finally showing a reaction, he looked genuinely confused.
"Meaning?" he asked.
"The nerves are dead."
"That's impossible—" Russell tried to argue.
He sat upright, trying to escape the bed.
He had nowhere to escape to. No plan. Just the instinct to escape.
Too bad he was slow. In his mind, he was still fast.
"Sir." The surgeon cut him off as his body countered his escape attempt. "Please settle back down. You are in no state to fight."
Russell laid back into his pillow, begrudgingly.
He glared like a toddler who had just been scolded.
The trauma surgeon turned another page on his clipboard.
His face showed a mixture of concern and disbelief. It was a miracle that Russell had survived. The blade had missed an artery.
"We had to repair the facial muscle."
He had a lot of stitches. The injuries were severe. It was not something they saw often anymore.
"You have dissolvable stitches in the deeper layers of the wound."
Russell finally realized he had stitches. The tightness of his skin suddenly made sense. His hand went toward his face before the surgeon smacked it away.
"No."
The man had dealt with plenty of stubborn men like Russell. Every soldier he met seemed to have forgotten the meaning of the word "relax."
"The surface stitches will stay in for seven days."
The surgeon turned his back to Russell.
Not knowing Russell is an opportunist.
All it took was thirty seconds.
Thud.
The surgeon pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Did you just fall out of the bed, Mr. Adler?"
"Yes."
"Were you trying to escape?"
"Yes."
The surgeon finally looked over.
The man on the floor lay there utterly miserable. One leg was still on the bed, trapped by the blanket. His arms were sprawled out as if he had finally given up fighting.
For now.
"It seems like your plan failed, Mr. Adler."
