Day Three: Evening

[Android 17]

With a faint smile, the android accepted to small container from his crippled ally and began limping over the stump of the tree he had knocked over an hour or so earlier. Grunting as he moved, Seventeen plopped down on the slanted surface and placed the medical kit on his right knee. Using a swift motion, the machine-hybrid slid his finger under the box?s hatch and flipped the cover open.

Although half of the supplies had been used by Super Buu earlier in the competition, there were still enough provisions in the container to patch up the android?s abdominal wound. Rooting through the small box, the cyborg first pulled out a vial of antiseptic solution. Spinning off the plastic cap, Seventeen gritted his ruined teeth and poured the foul-smelling solution onto both sides of his wound.

Upon hitting the bandages the android had applied, the liquid sizzled and hissed for a few moments as it seeped through the leaves and into the interior of the injury. Grunting in discomfort, the android placed the emptied vial back into the kit and pulled out a few compression pads. After ripping the paper cover off the adhesive strips, Seventeen placed the large discs over both sides of his wound. Although he felt an awkward degree of discomfort, the machine-hybrid knew he would have to deal with it or go without medical attention.

Once the pads had been applied, the cybernetic warrior shifted his wearied eyes back to the remaining contents of the medkit. Moving quickly and silently, the android liberated a roll of dressing cloth from the box and began to unravel it with the utmost haste. Even though he kept the crude bandage he had applied beforehand, the android nevertheless wrapped the comforting cloth around the entire circumference of his relatively thin abdomen.

When there was no more dressing to apply, Seventeen reached back into the medkit and pulled out a number of small metal clips designed to secure the ends of the dressing to prevent it from unraveling. After insuring that the cloth would stay in place, the android tossed the cardboard center of the roll back into the bock and checked to make sure he hadn?t missed anything.

?What?s this?? The android inquired softly and to no one in particular as he pulled out a small syringe from the medkit. Upon reading the label, he realized that it was some type of painkiller to be used in tandem with the other supplies. With a grin on his face, Seventeen pulled the safety cap off the needle and plunged it into his abdomen. Clenching his eyes shut, the cybernetic warrior depressed the syringe and began to curse as the fluid burned its way into his systems.

A few moments later, Seventeen tore out the syringe and tossed it into the now empty medkit. With somewhat renewed vigor, the cyborg closed the small box and let it fall to the ground as he stood off the uncomfortable stump. Walking over to his survival bag, the android liberated his old shirt from the collection of cans, flasks, and bottles. Although he was still in a lot of pain, the drugs helped to take enough of the edge off and permit Seventeen to put the shirt on with only slight discomfort.

?Thanks again, Buu,? Seventeen muttered, picking up his survival bag and turning around to help his comrade off the ground.

?I said don?t mention it,? the bubblegum-colored monster groaned as he struggled to stand up off the earth. Once he standing on his remaining leg, the android handed him his crutch, and the two resumed their trek through the unknown wilderness that had become their living hell.

OOC: Major injury down to Minor Injury. Medkit is gone.