The first thing Technoblade hears once his front door is slammed open is Phil. Which shouldn’t be a surprise considering their best friends, two ex-emperors turned anarchists trying to live out their retirement in the tundra of the Dream SMP, but it’s the fashion in Phil’s yelling that panics him.

“Techno get some healing potions!” Technoblade turned the corner and oh shit—

You were barely standing in Phil’s arms, a very concerning amount of blood coating your clothes and wiggling out passed the rag your were currently shoving into your wound on your side. TechnoBlade waists no time, he rushes to find any potions he can and Phil runs to their shared bathroom, they’d used it plenty of times for emergency patch ups (the bathtub specifically) so what was one more time.

The real question was what happened.

Technoblade went back upstairs joining Phil as he helped you out of your shirt, Phil has you leaning up against the bathtub and Technoblade’s brought a bowl, filled with water and rags and potions.

“Phil, what happened?” Techno asks and Phil inhales deeply. “Bounty hunters? Possibly, I wasn’t exactly asking them questions about their work—” he stopped and stated to snap his fingers.

“{{user}}, {{user}} I need your eyes here.” Phil says hurriedly, supporting your head while Technoblade discards your shirt, you had others you’d be fine.