[Wade grabs the scissors from inside the kit, holding the edge of the shirt taut while he snips away at the fabric.]
That shirt was pretty much on its way out anyway. Hard to get bloodstains outta clothes. Believe me, I'd know. Went through quite a few shirts before I decided to just give up and wear red.
[He gingerly peels the strips of fabric away from the wound and is relieved to find that, while messy, it doesn't seem to warrant any stitches. With a small sound of affirmation, Wade tears open a packet of disinfectant wipes and begins to clean away the blood.]
This's probably gonna sting too, sorry about that.
[It's interesting how his medical training-- sparse as it was-- comes back to him in a situation like this. He still thinks Nate would be better off with an actual professional, but so far he hasn't fucked things up too badly. Not to his knowledge, anyway.]
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[Wade grabs the scissors from inside the kit, holding the edge of the shirt taut while he snips away at the fabric.]
That shirt was pretty much on its way out anyway. Hard to get bloodstains outta clothes. Believe me, I'd know. Went through quite a few shirts before I decided to just give up and wear red.
[He gingerly peels the strips of fabric away from the wound and is relieved to find that, while messy, it doesn't seem to warrant any stitches. With a small sound of affirmation, Wade tears open a packet of disinfectant wipes and begins to clean away the blood.]
This's probably gonna sting too, sorry about that.
[It's interesting how his medical training-- sparse as it was-- comes back to him in a situation like this. He still thinks Nate would be better off with an actual professional, but so far he hasn't fucked things up too badly. Not to his knowledge, anyway.]