[ 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.
[ that, plus the difficulty breathing as the blood loss actually starts to hit him, makes evan pull his mask off so he can fix david with an actual glare. he might laugh at that if the wound wasn't so bad. if it wasn't him david was going to try and stitch up like some normal person with a body that wasn't mostly burned to shit. ]
Takes a lot more than one bottle to do that. [ despite everything, there's no less intensity in the glare than usual. ] Thread ain't gonna cut it. Get wire.
[ with the arm that isn't so fucked up, he gestures to a different worktable, piled high with things that aren't garbage only because he owns them. there's a few coils of wire somewhere in the wreck. ]
[ if evan wasn't bleeding out in the corner, there'd be something kind of nostalgic about this. it's been a long ass time since he rummaged through any of evan's stuff, looking for something useful. he stands and moves quickly to the table, not in a rush to avoid getting caught this time, but still rushing. a little. maybe. if you squint. ]
[ a few things end up falling to the floor in his haste, but if evan's really that mad about it he can pick it up later, right now david's just glad nothing fell on his foot and broke his toe or some shit. and despite rushing, he's not panicking, just trying to move quickly, so it doesn't stop him spotting what he's looking for. some wire that looks thin enough to go through the needle — he really doesn't want to have to look for something else to punch through evan's skin — and a pair of pliers. almost as an afterthought he grabs some thicker wire too, but he's hoping he won't need it. ]
[ he's back at evan's side quickly, kneeling and getting prepped with a frown of concentration on his face. ]
Anything else?
[ he will no longer be taking comments once he starts. ]
[ evan watches david carefully - or at least as carefully as his focus will allow - as he scrounges through the pile of junk. almost without thinking, he gets the brandy open and takes a drink. it bites, it's bitter, and he should hate it, but he doesn't. the smell of it brings back old, old memories, but he's hazy enough that they swim through the pain without hitting anything fresh.
it takes him a second to respond when david's back. he doesn't smile, isn't joking, but at the same time he gets the feeling there's nothing he's really going to do or say here that makes david back off.
he has no idea why, unless this is just repaying a debt. he can sort of grasp that. ]
[ he'd say he's not looking forward to it, but who's ever looking forward to sewing someone up anyway? ]
[ david pushes himself up a little straighter, if he hadn't left it in the bedroom he'd grab the flashlight in his jacket just so he isn't having to do this in the dim light of the workshop, but he's done this in worse conditions before. nothing like hiding in the dirt, trying to sew someone up and make sure they don't make any noise in case the killer hears. evan can bellow up a storm here if he wants. ]
[ deep breath and then he starts, pinching evan's skin so it doesn't move, teeth grit as he tries to push the needle through and it meets resistance he didn't anticipate. sure, david knows evan's skin is tough, but david has to push hard enough he's halfway worried about stabbing himself with the back end of the needle just to get it through. ]
[ this pain isn't as bad as everything else, but jostling the wound doesn't help. he snarls when david pinches the sides together, but the feeling of the needle trying to go in doesn't hit him much. his skin's so burned and worn at this point, it's basically lost all the nerves.
maybe not all of them, but enough that a needle trying to break through doesn't register.
he watches with a half-sneer as david struggles, but that turns into another sharp noise when it finally does break through and the wire runs through him. he takes another drink and tries to hold onto his self-control so he doesn't knock david aside. this has happened before. other people have done this. just never a survivor. ]
[ the wire doesn't pull through as easy as thread would, that's another frustration, when he manages to push the needle through the other side of the wound and has to account for the stiffness, try not to bend it either. so focused he barely even notices the pain where the needle pushed back against him. ]
I've got it.
[ he has to adjust his grip, but he's got it. for now at least. the grip is uncomfortable, but he starts to push again into evan's flesh and it doesn't immediately hurt his hand. ]
Could do with one of those fuckin', uh-- one of those things you use for leather.
[ evan doesn't laugh, but there's something resembling a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. ]
Sure.
[ it hurts. obviously it hurts. but it hurts in a small enough way that he can ignore it, or at least put up with it. he keeps the brandy close at hand and watches david as best he can as the blood keeps oozing out. even his own perpetual heat just isn't hot enough to solve that problem. ]
Ain't got one. Work around it.
[ anna probably has one, or something like it. but he's not about to ask her for it. not like this. ]
[ david just about fights the urge to roll his eyes or comment on evan being pushy for someone in his position, but he doesn't want to risk setting him off there. this is already difficult enough. ]
[ he keeps working, trying to ignore the way pushing that needle bruises his thumb and palm when he tries to push it through. a brief hesitation before he pulls the wire to make sure it stays tight and that what he's sewn so far isn't about to pull open. ]
[ he can tell david doesn't like the commentary, but he's the one who decided to do this. he's the one who wanted to fix evan up, for some reason. there was no asking. no demanding. evan even tried to get him to drop it. so that means he has to put up with whatever evan says. it's his shoulder, after all.
the wire hurts when it tightens. he grits his teeth against it, and tries to ignore everything. the alcohol's doing a little something given the blood loss, but there's still no real point to all this. either he'll survive and be miserable or bleed out and be pissed off. ]
Take this long and I'm gonna drop dead before you get halfway done.
[ david pulls the wire through a little more sharply after that one, annoyed but unsurprised. if evan's got the energy to talk shit then he doesn't need david to try and be gentle. not that he was, that's not his style. ]
Fuckin' needle's bent.
[ it's not broken at least, he looks at it in his hand with a frown now he's noticed it. could be worse, could be the point getting bent or blunted, but the curve forming in the length of it makes david a little worried the thing's gonna snap before he's done. ]
[ it was probably already kind of bent, but that's not something he's going to bring up. the comment makes him sneer, even as he goes for another drink of the brandy. ]
Somewhere softer'n I'd be dead.
[ most of the soft places are ones that haven't suffered as many burns and as much torment. not that anything is particularly soft on him, but everything - and everyone - has a weak point. it's why the leather's so thick on the waders. keeping his guts sort-of-protected. ]
[ everything at this point is slick and slippery with blood, david's been trying to ignore it and just power through but at this point it's hard to see what he's doing and it's even harder to keep a grip on evan's skin or the needle. ]
Explain that one to me.
[ he raises an eyebrow at evan as he wrings out the rag and brings it to wipe up evan's shoulder, gives the needle a once over too and wipes the blood off his hands, looking at the way the wound in evan's shoulder is torn all the way across and frowning at how little progress he feels like he's made, getting back to it with a sigh. this asshole needs a staple gun. ]
[ evan's well aware that any needle that isn't industrial-grade would probably bend itself out of shape on his skin, especially around the hook. that doesn't mean he's going to acknowledge the fact, or avoid pissing off david just because. gratitude is not one of his strong suits. it's almost not there at all.
he smirks a little at the bottle, which is starting to swim a little in his vision. not a great sign. still, it'll take more than this to kill him (probably) especially with someone there to try and deal with it (for the time being). ]
Glue might ... [ he trails off for a second, trying to focus. ] ... work better.
[ david does roll his eyes at that, unimpressed and annoyed, but any response he might have falls away when he catches the way evan trails off. he tilts his head to get a look at his face, try and judge if that's blood loss or booze — probably the former if he's honest with himself, but the latter's probably contributing a bit too. ]
[ he's got the hole that evan pulled the hook from closed, that should slow the blood, but the ruin of skin left where it was ripped across doesn't give him much hope it's gonna make much of a difference. ]
You got any glue or is that just an unhelpful suggestion?
[ he remembers using glue from time to time. not often, but enough. it meant the wound was dealt with without hiding it. and sometimes stitches just didn't work. but at the end of the day, he wasn't supposed to get hurt. he was supposed to be better than that.
evan looks into the darkness of his own workshop and gestures with the bottle. ]
Somewhere.
[ one of the worktables does have some, jammed in the back of a drawer. it's not medical glue, but here, that's not really an issue. it'll suffice if david can find it. right now, though, he can't remember where the hell it is, and he probably wouldn't be able to find it if he tried. he'd probably collapse if he tried to stand up at all.
so for now, for once, he sits and lets david make the decision. the pain from the wire stitching is radiating through his shoulder and the blood loss is getting to him. the alcohol might be helping those, but it's taking his focus out, too. not the best situation for a man used to killing everyone around him. ]
[ flat, deadpan as he looks into the workshop. at the shelves full of old jars and bottles, at the collections of stuff, boxes of god knows what under the benches. he could search for hours and not find anything. ]
[ glue would be faster, and easier, but in the time it would take him to find it, he might be able to finish sewing this up instead. ]
You get a better idea where exactly, let me know.
[ though david doubts that's happening with the state evan's in. ]
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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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Takes a lot more than one bottle to do that. [ despite everything, there's no less intensity in the glare than usual. ] Thread ain't gonna cut it. Get wire.
[ with the arm that isn't so fucked up, he gestures to a different worktable, piled high with things that aren't garbage only because he owns them. there's a few coils of wire somewhere in the wreck. ]
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[ a few things end up falling to the floor in his haste, but if evan's really that mad about it he can pick it up later, right now david's just glad nothing fell on his foot and broke his toe or some shit. and despite rushing, he's not panicking, just trying to move quickly, so it doesn't stop him spotting what he's looking for. some wire that looks thin enough to go through the needle — he really doesn't want to have to look for something else to punch through evan's skin — and a pair of pliers. almost as an afterthought he grabs some thicker wire too, but he's hoping he won't need it. ]
[ he's back at evan's side quickly, kneeling and getting prepped with a frown of concentration on his face. ]
Anything else?
[ he will no longer be taking comments once he starts. ]
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it takes him a second to respond when david's back. he doesn't smile, isn't joking, but at the same time he gets the feeling there's nothing he's really going to do or say here that makes david back off.
he has no idea why, unless this is just repaying a debt. he can sort of grasp that. ]
You ever done this before?
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[ he'd say he's not looking forward to it, but who's ever looking forward to sewing someone up anyway? ]
[ david pushes himself up a little straighter, if he hadn't left it in the bedroom he'd grab the flashlight in his jacket just so he isn't having to do this in the dim light of the workshop, but he's done this in worse conditions before. nothing like hiding in the dirt, trying to sew someone up and make sure they don't make any noise in case the killer hears. evan can bellow up a storm here if he wants. ]
[ deep breath and then he starts, pinching evan's skin so it doesn't move, teeth grit as he tries to push the needle through and it meets resistance he didn't anticipate. sure, david knows evan's skin is tough, but david has to push hard enough he's halfway worried about stabbing himself with the back end of the needle just to get it through. ]
[ guess that's why he said to use wire. ]
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maybe not all of them, but enough that a needle trying to break through doesn't register.
he watches with a half-sneer as david struggles, but that turns into another sharp noise when it finally does break through and the wire runs through him. he takes another drink and tries to hold onto his self-control so he doesn't knock david aside. this has happened before. other people have done this. just never a survivor. ]
Watch your hand.
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I've got it.
[ he has to adjust his grip, but he's got it. for now at least. the grip is uncomfortable, but he starts to push again into evan's flesh and it doesn't immediately hurt his hand. ]
Could do with one of those fuckin', uh-- one of those things you use for leather.
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Sure.
[ it hurts. obviously it hurts. but it hurts in a small enough way that he can ignore it, or at least put up with it. he keeps the brandy close at hand and watches david as best he can as the blood keeps oozing out. even his own perpetual heat just isn't hot enough to solve that problem. ]
Ain't got one. Work around it.
[ anna probably has one, or something like it. but he's not about to ask her for it. not like this. ]
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[ david just about fights the urge to roll his eyes or comment on evan being pushy for someone in his position, but he doesn't want to risk setting him off there. this is already difficult enough. ]
[ he keeps working, trying to ignore the way pushing that needle bruises his thumb and palm when he tries to push it through. a brief hesitation before he pulls the wire to make sure it stays tight and that what he's sewn so far isn't about to pull open. ]
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the wire hurts when it tightens. he grits his teeth against it, and tries to ignore everything. the alcohol's doing a little something given the blood loss, but there's still no real point to all this. either he'll survive and be miserable or bleed out and be pissed off. ]
Take this long and I'm gonna drop dead before you get halfway done.
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Fuckin' needle's bent.
[ it's not broken at least, he looks at it in his hand with a frown now he's noticed it. could be worse, could be the point getting bent or blunted, but the curve forming in the length of it makes david a little worried the thing's gonna snap before he's done. ]
You couldn't've gotten torn up somewhere softer?
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[ it was probably already kind of bent, but that's not something he's going to bring up. the comment makes him sneer, even as he goes for another drink of the brandy. ]
Somewhere softer'n I'd be dead.
[ most of the soft places are ones that haven't suffered as many burns and as much torment. not that anything is particularly soft on him, but everything - and everyone - has a weak point. it's why the leather's so thick on the waders. keeping his guts sort-of-protected. ]
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Explain that one to me.
[ he raises an eyebrow at evan as he wrings out the rag and brings it to wipe up evan's shoulder, gives the needle a once over too and wipes the blood off his hands, looking at the way the wound in evan's shoulder is torn all the way across and frowning at how little progress he feels like he's made, getting back to it with a sigh. this asshole needs a staple gun. ]
How's it my fault exactly?
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[ evan's well aware that any needle that isn't industrial-grade would probably bend itself out of shape on his skin, especially around the hook. that doesn't mean he's going to acknowledge the fact, or avoid pissing off david just because. gratitude is not one of his strong suits. it's almost not there at all.
he smirks a little at the bottle, which is starting to swim a little in his vision. not a great sign. still, it'll take more than this to kill him (probably) especially with someone there to try and deal with it (for the time being). ]
Glue might ... [ he trails off for a second, trying to focus. ] ... work better.
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[ david does roll his eyes at that, unimpressed and annoyed, but any response he might have falls away when he catches the way evan trails off. he tilts his head to get a look at his face, try and judge if that's blood loss or booze — probably the former if he's honest with himself, but the latter's probably contributing a bit too. ]
[ he's got the hole that evan pulled the hook from closed, that should slow the blood, but the ruin of skin left where it was ripped across doesn't give him much hope it's gonna make much of a difference. ]
You got any glue or is that just an unhelpful suggestion?
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evan looks into the darkness of his own workshop and gestures with the bottle. ]
Somewhere.
[ one of the worktables does have some, jammed in the back of a drawer. it's not medical glue, but here, that's not really an issue. it'll suffice if david can find it. right now, though, he can't remember where the hell it is, and he probably wouldn't be able to find it if he tried. he'd probably collapse if he tried to stand up at all.
so for now, for once, he sits and lets david make the decision. the pain from the wire stitching is radiating through his shoulder and the blood loss is getting to him. the alcohol might be helping those, but it's taking his focus out, too. not the best situation for a man used to killing everyone around him. ]
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[ flat, deadpan as he looks into the workshop. at the shelves full of old jars and bottles, at the collections of stuff, boxes of god knows what under the benches. he could search for hours and not find anything. ]
[ glue would be faster, and easier, but in the time it would take him to find it, he might be able to finish sewing this up instead. ]
You get a better idea where exactly, let me know.
[ though david doubts that's happening with the state evan's in. ]
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