late nights at the old arcade - chapter 8 by PennedByLynn
“Seriously? You’re going for a swim now?” “For fuck’s sake,” he muttered, exasperated. “You need to stick your hand in the ocean.” “This is stupid, I’m just going to wash it off in the sink like an actual -” “Salt water is going to be a lot better for that cut than whatever janky, discount soap is in that bathroom right now. The salt is a natural anti-whatever, trust me. The waves aren’t strong here, which means there’s less sand being kicked up, but there’s still enough motion to help flush out whatever junk’s already creepin’ under your skin. Plus, water’s cold enough that it’ll help stop the bleeding if you just give it a minute or two.” She blinked at him slowly, processing, before kicking off her sandals and joining him. Try as she might, she couldn’t hold back the hiss that escaped her mouth when she plunged her hand beneath the surface. Kie had to admit - begrudgingly - that he had a point. If anyone knew quick, simple, and cheap methods to treat a wound, it would be JJ. And she hated Luke all the more for it.
