[ He's not bleeding out or hanging over the edge of a cliff, so Nate jots this one down as a win in terms of 'scenarios he didn't expect to happen.' He could be an eviscerated pile of roadkill sitting in an alley right now.
The rest of it...it's not stuff he knew, or anticipated, but it fits in very neatly with Wade's visible scars, the easy way he carries himself. Someone who followed orders, once, until he didn't. Battlefield medicine is the best thing Nate could have hoped for under the circumstances, and he almost prefers it to more official, city-mandated care. Christ knows he's sewn himself up enough times.
Nate watches him snap on the gloves, and at the direction he slowly peels his hand away from his throat. The minor amount of sticking from what's already started coagulating has him grimace, but it's a relatively clean bite: puncture marks, some minor tearing, a little bruising, but the scrapes and scratches tearing through his shirt haven't bled as much as this. ]
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The rest of it...it's not stuff he knew, or anticipated, but it fits in very neatly with Wade's visible scars, the easy way he carries himself. Someone who followed orders, once, until he didn't. Battlefield medicine is the best thing Nate could have hoped for under the circumstances, and he almost prefers it to more official, city-mandated care. Christ knows he's sewn himself up enough times.
Nate watches him snap on the gloves, and at the direction he slowly peels his hand away from his throat. The minor amount of sticking from what's already started coagulating has him grimace, but it's a relatively clean bite: puncture marks, some minor tearing, a little bruising, but the scrapes and scratches tearing through his shirt haven't bled as much as this. ]
Think I'll make it, doc?