Nate watches him collect the rest of the goods, settle into "caregiver" mode, and internally brace himself for the worst. Jesus, is this what he was like the first time Sam asked him to sew up a gash? Adorable.]
You got it.
[With a sickeningly sticky sound he peels the shirt away from the cuts, coagulated blood clinging to the fabric. It looks worse than he knows it is: four clean slices, shallower on the outside than in, exposed flesh gaping from the wounds. The longest is about three inches, the smallest is one. Nothing compared to the time he got shot in the stomach, but it does look pretty gross.]
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Nate watches him collect the rest of the goods, settle into "caregiver" mode, and internally brace himself for the worst. Jesus, is this what he was like the first time Sam asked him to sew up a gash? Adorable.]
You got it.
[With a sickeningly sticky sound he peels the shirt away from the cuts, coagulated blood clinging to the fabric. It looks worse than he knows it is: four clean slices, shallower on the outside than in, exposed flesh gaping from the wounds. The longest is about three inches, the smallest is one. Nothing compared to the time he got shot in the stomach, but it does look pretty gross.]