Just like taping up some construction paper, [Hunk mutters to himself, and his hands tremble only a little bit as he carefully, carefully lines up the tape with the edges of the wound and presses just enough to make sure the adhesive soaks up the blood to stick to the skin. This stuff is useful, damn useful, because can you imagine him trying to give Keith stitches? Ha! No. Keith would probably have to do that himself, too.
Once the entire length is taped down, Hunk goes back over the wound with perpendicular strips of tape, just to make sure it won't reopen with all the moving Keith undoubtedly will do. He gets some blood on his gloves, not even half as much as Keith has on his, and maybe his hands are majorly shaking by the time they're done but Keith's are as steady as ever and Hunk's always admired that about him. Something like this wouldn't rattle Keith; he's always so damn brave.
The tape goes back in the kit and Hunk bends forward to breathe deep, but this time he pushes himself back up to get the gauze to wrap around Keith's leg right after instead of letting himself freak out.] ...'kay. That...should be good. [Fixes the end of the gauze with clips.]
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Once the entire length is taped down, Hunk goes back over the wound with perpendicular strips of tape, just to make sure it won't reopen with all the moving Keith undoubtedly will do. He gets some blood on his gloves, not even half as much as Keith has on his, and maybe his hands are majorly shaking by the time they're done but Keith's are as steady as ever and Hunk's always admired that about him. Something like this wouldn't rattle Keith; he's always so damn brave.
The tape goes back in the kit and Hunk bends forward to breathe deep, but this time he pushes himself back up to get the gauze to wrap around Keith's leg right after instead of letting himself freak out.] ...'kay. That...should be good. [Fixes the end of the gauze with clips.]