[ There's a flicker of surprise, eyebrows raising-- then he ducks his head with a rushing exhale, because what're they going to do if it turns around again because you made him laugh. Under his breath: ]
C'mon, Bob.
[ He's grinning, closed mouth and lopsided, running on adrenaline fumes.
Time to make a break for it.
It's not Red Wings they make it to but another crowded PRESERVE site. There's enough for the medics to do without adding their collection of injuries to the pile, so making it clear that there's enough know-how between them to dress and stitch their own wounds they talk their way into a kit to share between them and camp out behind a half-partition to start stripping.
The wound on Steve's calf is an ugly and still bleeding, but it could've been worse. Thought he'd been bit, up close it looks more like a claw gash, a graze-- because anything more would've torn the meat right off the bone in an instant. Those things ripped through steel like it was paper. ]
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C'mon, Bob.
[ He's grinning, closed mouth and lopsided, running on adrenaline fumes.
Time to make a break for it.
It's not Red Wings they make it to but another crowded PRESERVE site. There's enough for the medics to do without adding their collection of injuries to the pile, so making it clear that there's enough know-how between them to dress and stitch their own wounds they talk their way into a kit to share between them and camp out behind a half-partition to start stripping.
The wound on Steve's calf is an ugly and still bleeding, but it could've been worse. Thought he'd been bit, up close it looks more like a claw gash, a graze-- because anything more would've torn the meat right off the bone in an instant. Those things ripped through steel like it was paper. ]