Doesn't mean it's not worth doing something about if you can.
[ david doesn't acknowledge the crate evan brings down, sets his own bag down on a table and pulls out the medkit claudette assembled for him. tailor-made for a man who turns up back at the campfire cut up and bloodied more often than not. ]
[ there's some bandage that's been cut into little squares in lieu of gauze pads, some tape, and wipes david distinctly remembers barely escaping from lery's with a box of. amongst other stuff, but that's what he needs for evan's eye. it doesn't really occur to him to question why he's doing this, why he's patching up evan's eye when he'll be fine. he'll be fine faster than david would be in his position, in fact. he should focus on his own injuries — the back right of his shirt is stuck to his back with blood, the thin skin covering hag injuries torn open by the impact of that trap — but the pain is still dull. present, but easy to ignore. ]
[ why is he using his own stuff too? evan has his own shit. david doesn't think about that either. he just rips one of the wipes open and comes back close to evan, reaches up for his chin to get him to tilt his head down. ]
Hold still a sec.
[ he wants to just wipe up enough that the tape will stick without issue, he's not here trying to clean up the whole thing; evan doesn't need it, and david's never been that guy. he prioritises getting this kind of thing done quickly over being gentle or thorough, it's more important to get people functional than anything else. ]
no subject
[ david doesn't acknowledge the crate evan brings down, sets his own bag down on a table and pulls out the medkit claudette assembled for him. tailor-made for a man who turns up back at the campfire cut up and bloodied more often than not. ]
[ there's some bandage that's been cut into little squares in lieu of gauze pads, some tape, and wipes david distinctly remembers barely escaping from lery's with a box of. amongst other stuff, but that's what he needs for evan's eye. it doesn't really occur to him to question why he's doing this, why he's patching up evan's eye when he'll be fine. he'll be fine faster than david would be in his position, in fact. he should focus on his own injuries — the back right of his shirt is stuck to his back with blood, the thin skin covering hag injuries torn open by the impact of that trap — but the pain is still dull. present, but easy to ignore. ]
[ why is he using his own stuff too? evan has his own shit. david doesn't think about that either. he just rips one of the wipes open and comes back close to evan, reaches up for his chin to get him to tilt his head down. ]
Hold still a sec.
[ he wants to just wipe up enough that the tape will stick without issue, he's not here trying to clean up the whole thing; evan doesn't need it, and david's never been that guy. he prioritises getting this kind of thing done quickly over being gentle or thorough, it's more important to get people functional than anything else. ]