[ It's an effort, but he shrugs out of his plaid with a short exhale of pain. It isn't likely to be that hygienic or even worth saving after this, one arm already half-wet with his own blood, but. Bound to be something that can help her out, if worst comes to worst. Stitches, antibiotics. Somebody with some bullshit power to do something miraculous.
He exhales again. Louder, with a little more force behind it. Nathan tries to will the tension in his jaw to soften a fraction. ]
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He exhales again. Louder, with a little more force behind it. Nathan tries to will the tension in his jaw to soften a fraction. ]
Mayfly, give me your goddamn hand.