[OH MY GOD, KEITH. Hunk is one part incredulous and one part envious with a response like that. "Do you need me to bandage up my own gored leg for the sake of your own comfort?" Who made you, is it those Texas genes you insane motherfucker?
Hunk swallows hard (again) and shakes his head, taking a few breaths to calm himself down.] No, no, you gotta- just uh, just hold it together. It'll work better this way. [And Hunk unwinds a strip of tape long enough to cover the wound. ...Probably gonna use several but lets get that in place first.]
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Hunk swallows hard (again) and shakes his head, taking a few breaths to calm himself down.] No, no, you gotta- just uh, just hold it together. It'll work better this way. [And Hunk unwinds a strip of tape long enough to cover the wound. ...Probably gonna use several but lets get that in place first.]