Incredible how you're halfway to passing out and still you're tryin' to goad me. Give it a rest, will you?
[ He huffs a snort, shaking his head as he treats her injuries carefully. Some of the tools with him allow him to stop the bleeding on her open wounds, and next he covers them with protective gauze, before wrapping her up with strong bandages. He has plenty to last them at least a week, in a worst case scenario. Hopefully it won't get any worse than that. ]
Don't confuse me with our dearest Captain, you bet your ass I'm not plannin' on going anywhere. I'm not some goddamn space cowboy gallivanting through the galaxy.
[ And he's absolutely not going anywhere without her, not unless he absolutely has to. For now, he finishes wrapping up her injuries, then he moves to cut off her dirty, bloodied undershirt, fetching a clean one from the survival kit. It's thicker and has longer sleeves, which will help with conserving her body heat. ]
Alright, this might hurt a little, but you have to put this one on. Let's go slow and make sure we don't make any of your injuries worse, alright? And no playin' hero-- if the pain's anywhere above a five in your scale, you tell me. Got it?
[ He knows she has a higher threshold for pain, so a five would be fairly serious in her case. He pushes the thick sweater down her head first, then he takes her uninjured arm first, calmly guiding it through the respective sleeve. ]
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[ He huffs a snort, shaking his head as he treats her injuries carefully. Some of the tools with him allow him to stop the bleeding on her open wounds, and next he covers them with protective gauze, before wrapping her up with strong bandages. He has plenty to last them at least a week, in a worst case scenario. Hopefully it won't get any worse than that. ]
Don't confuse me with our dearest Captain, you bet your ass I'm not plannin' on going anywhere. I'm not some goddamn space cowboy gallivanting through the galaxy.
[ And he's absolutely not going anywhere without her, not unless he absolutely has to. For now, he finishes wrapping up her injuries, then he moves to cut off her dirty, bloodied undershirt, fetching a clean one from the survival kit. It's thicker and has longer sleeves, which will help with conserving her body heat. ]
Alright, this might hurt a little, but you have to put this one on. Let's go slow and make sure we don't make any of your injuries worse, alright? And no playin' hero-- if the pain's anywhere above a five in your scale, you tell me. Got it?
[ He knows she has a higher threshold for pain, so a five would be fairly serious in her case. He pushes the thick sweater down her head first, then he takes her uninjured arm first, calmly guiding it through the respective sleeve. ]