I went back to work finishing the chicken I started cutting up earlier, but after I finished it up Winston, my keeper told me to go back to the medjacks and get them to re-wrap my hand. When I entered this time Jeff was free and immediatly noticed the blood on the bandages. "Wow, (Y/n) what'd you do? Cut the whole finger off?" Jeff asked me I roll my eyes "shut it and clean it up so I can get back to work," I told him.

Jeff un-wrapped the bloody bandages that Gally used earlier and his eyes went big. "Clint!" he called, I looked down at my bloody finger and now noticed I'd managed to open the cut up much more than it had been originally. "I think we need to stitch her up," Jeff tells Clint, Clint nods in agreeance, "I'll go get Gally's special drink," Clint said leaving the hut. "What are you talking about?" I ask nervously.

"We need to stitch up your finger," Jeff told me, I had been so careful to never cut myself this bad to have stitches. I was fine with blood, but I was no good with needles. I shook my head "Jeff you sure you can't just wrap the bandage tighter?" I ask "(Y/n) calm down, we can only wrap it so tightly. When Clint gets back, drink as much of that stuff as you can and hope it kicks in quick, cause we'll only give it ten minutes," he told me as Clint walked in someone trailing in behind. I took the bottle from Clint and downed the bottle quickly, soon all its content was in my stomach and I felt a warmth spread through me.

I kept my eyes closed for a second and stumbled, someone, helped stable me. I open my eyes to see, Gally "you don't like needles do you (Y/n)?" he asked me. I shook my head with a sigh as I sat down "how long are you giving her to let the drink sink in?" Gally asked Jeff "she has ten minutes," Clint told him I laughed. "I think with how much she just drank she'll be fine," Jeff told Gally, "I think I'll be fine without stitches on second thought, so I think I'll just go back to work," I tell them attempting to stand and leave the medjack hut "No," all three of them say at the same time. Gally puts his hand on one of my shoulders securing me in place, his hand holds onto my forearm keeping me secure.

I look at Gally with a glare "let me go," I tell him my words not sounding threatening in the least, Gally's special drink beginning to sink in. I feel Gally grab my hand but I don't look to my hand I look to his eyes as he speaks to me "Why?" he asks "because I need to go before they stick that needle in my hand!" I tell him. "Too bad you can't leave," Gally tells me I laugh at him "I could leave if you'd let me leave," I tell him. "Why would I stop you? When your hands already stitched up," Gally told me letting me go and looking down at my hand. My eyes look down to my hand to see four stitches on my finger I was immediately astounded. "How?" I ask shock taking over my thoughts.

I felt so surprised and I had to tell myself it was the drink but my brain was still clouded in disbelief.