"You got WHAT? Is what I want to yell right now, but it's pretty clear you got hurt. Shot... not helping. But Look at me, calm. Calm as a cucumber. Super chill. I can't believe you. Oh my god you got shot and came home." he wanted to hit him with a bandage roll, but he was good.
Instead he sat things down beside on the couch and moved to unwrap the mans arm, fingers careful as he worked. When the bandage came off, slick with blood and making a slick sound as he pulled it away, he frowned, looking it over, then stared at Trauma a moment longer.
"You should have gone to the hospital!" there was no exit wound.
No exit wound at all.
He frowned deeply and leaned there between the others knees on the couch, looking him in the face. "Terry... the hell you do to get shot? I heard about a lock down, not a riot." He hissed, scowl set, but worry still winning out here, and started to carefully wipe away blood, to try to get a better look. was it still bleeding? Jesus.
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Instead he sat things down beside on the couch and moved to unwrap the mans arm, fingers careful as he worked. When the bandage came off, slick with blood and making a slick sound as he pulled it away, he frowned, looking it over, then stared at Trauma a moment longer.
"You should have gone to the hospital!" there was no exit wound.
No exit wound at all.
He frowned deeply and leaned there between the others knees on the couch, looking him in the face. "Terry... the hell you do to get shot? I heard about a lock down, not a riot." He hissed, scowl set, but worry still winning out here, and started to carefully wipe away blood, to try to get a better look. was it still bleeding? Jesus.