Stitches

Link had no time to worry about pursuit from his foes, he just ran, weaving through the woods until he found an outcrop of rock to duck into. Hopefully the distance and cover he put between himself and the battleground will be enough to grant the needed time to mend his leg. The loss of blood was already leaving him lightheaded and with each passing moment his condition would only grow worse if left unattended... A wound such as this will not stop bleeding on its own. The gap between flesh is too wide, too deep, the flow of red too great for bandage and pressure alone to control.

Of all the tools Link carries the most humble of them will be what saves his life, a mere needle and thread.
With only adrenaline to act as a an anesthetic the hero set to work on the grueling task of sewing the wound closed. As the adrenaline faded so too did the numbness and the needle stung worse and worse with each pass. With the task nearly complete Link brought the thread between his teeth and leaned back to give a firm tug from above to be sure the sutures were firm and taught before tying the end and biting off the remaining thread.

Content that the flow of red had begun to cease Link laid back to rest, his body at ease but mind alert, focused on every sound. He would stay here for now but was prepared to bolt upon even the most subtle sound of movement from the world outside his rocky refuge.

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Line art via pencil and paper
colored by mouse in Corel Painter X
done with no ref images
(the color is kinda just slapped on, this is more of a sketch than a serious piece)

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