[ but survivors get different kinds of leeway. he'd assume sleep keeps them sane, except he knows they're almost all completely fucking insane.
he leaves the deeper depths of the workshop to head to the area where he actually gets work done, this time with an old trap that was meant for horses, not bears or humans. it doesn't work, and he's not sure why he has it, but that - fucking - thing is still out there. maybe this will actually kill it if he can get it working again. ]
[ as if he's going to leave. the trap's half dismantled by this time, and he has no idea if he can even get it working again. nothing to do but keep at it. ]
[ david doesn't reply, he just turns up a little bit later, knocking on the door before he lets himself in. he swings his back down off his shoulder as he approaches evan and takes the bottle out; it's a bit dirty, but sealed. ]
[ he turns when he hears footsteps, but it's just david, as promised. he glowers anyway, even if it's not visible through the mask, even after david produces the liquor.
but he's not going to be actively ungrateful. this is a trade. not even close to the first time he's done something like this, although it's not usually for the chance to sleep. ]
Not bad. [ he takes it, eyes the ripped, faded, illegible label, the color of it through the dim burned lighting of his own workshop. it'll be fine. ] Won't ask where you got it.
[ evan shrugs, gestures to the little room in the back that shouldn't be there but is, and sets the bottle down on another table, just to keep it out of the way so he doesn't break it on accident. ]
Still don't know how you can even fall asleep around here.
[ outside of passing out from exhaustion, anyway, which he sees a lot. ]
[ he doesn't even give david a glance at that, just snorts instead. ]
Yeah, right. Maybe later.
[ he doesn't believe it'll happen. and he's not about to drop what he's doing to try, either. maybe next time they fuck and david doesn't immediately leave, he'll think about it. maybe. ]
[ he's not disappointed, why would he be, it just means he doesn't have to try and navigate all of evan's bits while he's sleeping. david just quietly slips into the room and pulls the door over, leaving it cracked open enough to let just a little light slip in. ]
[ there's no ceremony to it, david doesn't even bother undressing to get more comfortable. slips off his jacket and dumps that on the floor next to the bed with his bag and then climbs on to get settled. he wouldn't have asked evan if he wasn't tired enough to sleep anyway, so it doesn't take david long to drift off in there. ]
[ evan assumes things will be normal. he'll work. forget david's there. be almost surprised when he resurfaces. just like every other time.
he works, and forgets david's there, but that's about where it stops, because something sets off a trap after a while. there's been a lot of that lately - deliberate fucking around, pissing him off - and so he grabs his cleaver and goes to find out what's happening, who the fuck is doing shit this time. he can rule out david, at least.
to his surprise, it's not a survivor. it's not that thing back for round whatever. it's not even ghost face. it's the demogorgon, of all things, roaming again, looking for ... he doesn't know what. food? prey? it doesn't speak or even have eyes. there's nothing he can understand with that. it might as well be an animal, and as far as evan's concerned, it is.
it stepped in a trap, but got out by the time he arrives, and now, bloody and angry, it attacks. all it has are claws and that godawful maw of a mouth, which shouldn't be a threat to someone like him. but he didn't fight a lot of wild animals hand-to-hand. this isn't like dealing with a person.
it gets him. bad. he kills it in the end, cleaver hacking off a forelimb and ripping open its threat, but in the process it got a hand full of claws locked around the hook in his shoulder and just about ripped it out of him. he's not sure if that was intentional or if it was just grabbing at anything it could find to pull him closer and try to eat him. doesn't really matter. it did enough damage.
he manages to get back to the workshop and sinks down against the wall. the hook's at a strange angle. more painful than it normally is. he detaches the waders from it, reaches behind his shoulder, and manages to finish the job the demogorgon couldn't with a noise that's just about loud enough to shake the workshop, metaphorically.
now he's bleeding worse, but the pain isn't as bad. he just sits there for now, forgetting completely that david's already down here. ]
[ david's up in an instant, rocketing out of the room alert and ready to fight. eyes wild as he looks around the shop, but there's no one here? ]
[ no, that's not true. evan's there. it takes a moment for his mind to settle enough to spot him, brain slowly winding down from looking for a threat to try and figure out what's happening, and when he spots evan something in him lurches. doesn't even think about it before he rushes over and takes a knee next to evan, hesitantly reaches for his shoulder but stops himself from touching it when he fully processes the open wound and the blood pouring from it. ]
The fuck happened to you?
[ if he sounds a bit panicked or worried, it's probably just the adrenaline in him after being woken up like that. ]
[ david's appearance doesn't help things right away. evan snarls, only seeing an enemy at first, wondering why the fuck someone is on his property again, but even through the pain and rage he does eventually remember that he let him come down here. it's why he doesn't smash the bent hook into david's skull when david crouches down next to him.
he's ready to get mocked for this. it's fine. he'll pay him back later. ]
Made a mistake.
[ there's other, smaller wounds, from claws and teeth, but they're not a problem. his skin's rough enough at this point that most other injuries aren't major. but this is a bad one. he knows there's a cracked bone in there and there's no solution to that but waiting. same with the torn, gaping wound the hook left even before he pulled it out.
he'll just have to put up with it until the entity's gifts see fit to set in. if they do at all. ]
[ david frowns, staring at the open wound, trying to figure out what to do. he could try to cauterize it, but that might just do more harm than good. could try and sew it, but getting a needle through evan's skin is a tough ask. he not sure just bandaging it is gonna do much of anything though. ]
[ he has a few vague memories of shit left out on the benches that evan must've used to patch himself up in the past though, and the old, dirty bandages he keeps that are probably more useful this time than anything david has with him. david pushes himself up to his feet and moves to start looking for and grabbing whatever might be useful; bandages, that bucket of cold water he keeps, needle and thread? ]
[ after a moment's thought he grabs the bottle of brandy and brings that back to evan first before he tries to do anything. ]
[ he doesn't need this, and is ready to say so when david gets up and moves away. that would be fine if it wasn't for the fact that now he's wandering around the workshop, looking for things.
evan watches him through a haze of pain as he grabs ... specific things. the bandages. the blood-tinged water bucket. something he can't see. the brandy.
and then he's back, and it takes evan just a few seconds longer than normal to realize what he's planning. ]
Just leave it. [ there's blood starting to pool under him, although it's slow going. ] Heal up on its own.
[ david kneels again by evan once he thinks he's got everything. puts the bottle of brandy in evan's lap, he'll probably need a drink, and ignores the feeling of his blood on his knees. tries not to worry about the fact that evan doesn't seem as warm as he's used to. ]
Who knows how long it's gonna take? [ he pulls the bucket closer ] If it does.
[ it's pretty unlikely evan could bleed to death like this, but it's still a lot of blood. the deep frown doesn't leave david's face as he reaches into the bucket for the rag he knows is there. it's not in him to leave evan like this, the concern is obvious, but in his mind it's pragmatic. someone or something wanders down here while evan's like this, what's he gonna do? shit all except die, probably. ]
[ why that matters at all to david, he's not going to think about. just focus on the task, bringing the rag to hold it down over the wound, try and slow the bleeding so he has a hope of actually getting a proper look at it. ]
[ fair a point as that is - it wouldn't be the first time the entity's left him to bleed out for no obvious reason - he sneers at the idea that david, of all people, can do anything about this. ]
The fuck are you gonna do about -
[ the rag on the wound cuts him off with a noise like some kind of angry animal. what's surprising even to him, later on, is that he doesn't immediately grab david by the skull and smash him into the floor. instead he stays, half paralyzed, right where he fell, because getting run through is one thing but this is a whole other shitshow.
the rag soaks through with blood in less than a minute. the space between his neck and shoulder is a ruin. there's not much that can open him up, but that hook getting dragged is at the top of the list. ]
[ david frowns at the way the rag gets saturated so fast, but it at least gives him a chance to see the mess he's dealing with here. it's pretty fucking bad, which is to be expected, ]
Gonna piss you off a lot more than I already am is what I'm gonna do about it.
[ partially joking, but it's true too, david knows well enough that any negative thing evan feels gets wired directly into rage and pain is pretty high on that list. any similarities he might share in that regard are neither here nor there. he drops the rag back in the bucket, does his best to rinse it out enough that it's more water than blood, and grabs the needle and thread. he could wrap the tightest bandage in the world, that's not going to do a whole lot, so he needs to close it up. ]
Might as well take a drink. [ he nods to the bottle as he threads the needle. ] Lost enough blood it might actually numb you a bit.
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Well sometimes when I feel tired I lie down and close my eyes.
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[ but survivors get different kinds of leeway. he'd assume sleep keeps them sane, except he knows they're almost all completely fucking insane.
he leaves the deeper depths of the workshop to head to the area where he actually gets work done, this time with an old trap that was meant for horses, not bears or humans. it doesn't work, and he's not sure why he has it, but that - fucking - thing is still out there. maybe this will actually kill it if he can get it working again. ]
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i ain't got all day here, hurry the fuck up
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You in the shop?
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[ as if he's going to leave. the trap's half dismantled by this time, and he has no idea if he can even get it working again. nothing to do but keep at it. ]
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Here.
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but he's not going to be actively ungrateful. this is a trade. not even close to the first time he's done something like this, although it's not usually for the chance to sleep. ]
Not bad. [ he takes it, eyes the ripped, faded, illegible label, the color of it through the dim burned lighting of his own workshop. it'll be fine. ] Won't ask where you got it.
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[ not that he remembers where he got this one; a house in badham maybe? either way it's probably for the best. ]
I'll be out of your hair in a few hours.
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Still don't know how you can even fall asleep around here.
[ outside of passing out from exhaustion, anyway, which he sees a lot. ]
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You're welcome to come try.
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Yeah, right. Maybe later.
[ he doesn't believe it'll happen. and he's not about to drop what he's doing to try, either. maybe next time they fuck and david doesn't immediately leave, he'll think about it. maybe. ]
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[ there's no ceremony to it, david doesn't even bother undressing to get more comfortable. slips off his jacket and dumps that on the floor next to the bed with his bag and then climbs on to get settled. he wouldn't have asked evan if he wasn't tired enough to sleep anyway, so it doesn't take david long to drift off in there. ]
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he works, and forgets david's there, but that's about where it stops, because something sets off a trap after a while. there's been a lot of that lately - deliberate fucking around, pissing him off - and so he grabs his cleaver and goes to find out what's happening, who the fuck is doing shit this time. he can rule out david, at least.
to his surprise, it's not a survivor. it's not that thing back for round whatever. it's not even ghost face. it's the demogorgon, of all things, roaming again, looking for ... he doesn't know what. food? prey? it doesn't speak or even have eyes. there's nothing he can understand with that. it might as well be an animal, and as far as evan's concerned, it is.
it stepped in a trap, but got out by the time he arrives, and now, bloody and angry, it attacks. all it has are claws and that godawful maw of a mouth, which shouldn't be a threat to someone like him. but he didn't fight a lot of wild animals hand-to-hand. this isn't like dealing with a person.
it gets him. bad. he kills it in the end, cleaver hacking off a forelimb and ripping open its threat, but in the process it got a hand full of claws locked around the hook in his shoulder and just about ripped it out of him. he's not sure if that was intentional or if it was just grabbing at anything it could find to pull him closer and try to eat him. doesn't really matter. it did enough damage.
he manages to get back to the workshop and sinks down against the wall. the hook's at a strange angle. more painful than it normally is. he detaches the waders from it, reaches behind his shoulder, and manages to finish the job the demogorgon couldn't with a noise that's just about loud enough to shake the workshop, metaphorically.
now he's bleeding worse, but the pain isn't as bad. he just sits there for now, forgetting completely that david's already down here. ]
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[ david's up in an instant, rocketing out of the room alert and ready to fight. eyes wild as he looks around the shop, but there's no one here? ]
[ no, that's not true. evan's there. it takes a moment for his mind to settle enough to spot him, brain slowly winding down from looking for a threat to try and figure out what's happening, and when he spots evan something in him lurches. doesn't even think about it before he rushes over and takes a knee next to evan, hesitantly reaches for his shoulder but stops himself from touching it when he fully processes the open wound and the blood pouring from it. ]
The fuck happened to you?
[ if he sounds a bit panicked or worried, it's probably just the adrenaline in him after being woken up like that. ]
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he's ready to get mocked for this. it's fine. he'll pay him back later. ]
Made a mistake.
[ there's other, smaller wounds, from claws and teeth, but they're not a problem. his skin's rough enough at this point that most other injuries aren't major. but this is a bad one. he knows there's a cracked bone in there and there's no solution to that but waiting. same with the torn, gaping wound the hook left even before he pulled it out.
he'll just have to put up with it until the entity's gifts see fit to set in. if they do at all. ]
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[ david frowns, staring at the open wound, trying to figure out what to do. he could try to cauterize it, but that might just do more harm than good. could try and sew it, but getting a needle through evan's skin is a tough ask. he not sure just bandaging it is gonna do much of anything though. ]
[ he has a few vague memories of shit left out on the benches that evan must've used to patch himself up in the past though, and the old, dirty bandages he keeps that are probably more useful this time than anything david has with him. david pushes himself up to his feet and moves to start looking for and grabbing whatever might be useful; bandages, that bucket of cold water he keeps, needle and thread? ]
[ after a moment's thought he grabs the bottle of brandy and brings that back to evan first before he tries to do anything. ]
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evan watches him through a haze of pain as he grabs ... specific things. the bandages. the blood-tinged water bucket. something he can't see. the brandy.
and then he's back, and it takes evan just a few seconds longer than normal to realize what he's planning. ]
Just leave it. [ there's blood starting to pool under him, although it's slow going. ] Heal up on its own.
[ eventually. probably. ]
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[ david kneels again by evan once he thinks he's got everything. puts the bottle of brandy in evan's lap, he'll probably need a drink, and ignores the feeling of his blood on his knees. tries not to worry about the fact that evan doesn't seem as warm as he's used to. ]
Who knows how long it's gonna take? [ he pulls the bucket closer ] If it does.
[ it's pretty unlikely evan could bleed to death like this, but it's still a lot of blood. the deep frown doesn't leave david's face as he reaches into the bucket for the rag he knows is there. it's not in him to leave evan like this, the concern is obvious, but in his mind it's pragmatic. someone or something wanders down here while evan's like this, what's he gonna do? shit all except die, probably. ]
[ why that matters at all to david, he's not going to think about. just focus on the task, bringing the rag to hold it down over the wound, try and slow the bleeding so he has a hope of actually getting a proper look at it. ]
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The fuck are you gonna do about -
[ the rag on the wound cuts him off with a noise like some kind of angry animal. what's surprising even to him, later on, is that he doesn't immediately grab david by the skull and smash him into the floor. instead he stays, half paralyzed, right where he fell, because getting run through is one thing but this is a whole other shitshow.
the rag soaks through with blood in less than a minute. the space between his neck and shoulder is a ruin. there's not much that can open him up, but that hook getting dragged is at the top of the list. ]
Fucking - animals.
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Gonna piss you off a lot more than I already am is what I'm gonna do about it.
[ partially joking, but it's true too, david knows well enough that any negative thing evan feels gets wired directly into rage and pain is pretty high on that list. any similarities he might share in that regard are neither here nor there. he drops the rag back in the bucket, does his best to rinse it out enough that it's more water than blood, and grabs the needle and thread. he could wrap the tightest bandage in the world, that's not going to do a whole lot, so he needs to close it up. ]
Might as well take a drink. [ he nods to the bottle as he threads the needle. ] Lost enough blood it might actually numb you a bit.
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