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[Hands reach under him suddenly, and Keith can feel the wobble of how uneasy Hunk is.]

Hunk-- Hey.

[He gets an arm around his shoulder, tries to maneuver them and that's a bad idea, but so is Hunk trying to carry him back with whatever's wrong with him.]

Where-- Where're we going, just help me walk.

On what, that bloody leg? Don't think so. [Maybe if his head didn't feel like it was stuffed with cotton and if his stomach wasn't empty, he'd be a lot less okay with that blood, but he's handling it fine. Even though it's Keith's. Even though Keith is bleeding because Hunk didn't take two seconds to drop the bay doors and let him ohhhhhkay okay, the not-okay part is back.

Hunk just swallows and looks away from the wound as he mostly-carries Keith over to the bay doors, wedges them open just a bit more (and thankfully these stay open) before settling him down on the wall inside as he goes in search of the first aid kit. Judging by the sticky feeling in his hair, they're gonna both need it.]

[He wants to argue that but.. Well! It's hard to argue sometimes, when his head is swimming and they just got tossed half-way across a planet by some weird beam.

... OH crap. Oh crap with Yellow down, they don't have a way to contact the others. It's a realization that hits Keith as Hunk sets him down, leaving him reaching for Hunk still.

No nononono this is bad, even as he watches him disappear to look for probably some kind of med kit or something but crap crapcrap.]

I think... [Some cursory attempts proves him right, and he rests his head back against the wall. Floor. Whatever's behind him.] We're out of range of the others.

[Yeah the thought has occurred to Hunk and he is trying REAL HARD not to freak out, even though he thinks he might be in the 'numb' stage of freaking out, where he gets stuff done but then becomes useless later. He'd like to at least get Keith bandaged up before becoming useless, like, that's ideal.

So Hunk just...HAHAHAHA just ignores that as he drags over the Altean medkit and starts rummaging around before pumping up the blue lights on their suits to better see Keith's leg.] Okay...okayokay, I don't think it got the artery. That's good. [That wound is deep though, and Keith is so stoic about that sort of thing that it could've hit bone and all he'd say is 'ow.' Right. Okay. Disinfectant first, gonna just pour that over the wound, generously.]

[That pain and the anxiety of not having contact goes to his head, making Keith flighty and fidgety, lightheaded enough that he doesn't fully notice Hunk coming back with the kit. Or that he's about to dump a whole lot of pain on top of his leg.

He hisses in through gritted teeth, a hand clutching to whatever of Hunk's armor is within his reach. He's used to doing this himself with disinfectant, but Altean version? Hurts like shit. It pours into the wound and it's like a fire lit through every muscle and blood vessel from his leg to his stomach.]

Hunk - Save some of that for yourself, we still have to check you over. [Yeah, he's still not thinking much of himself in this.]

Oh- right, right, [Caps it and hopefully!!! Hopefully there's enough for his head wound. Oh man, that looks like it burns...] Sorry Keith! Sorry, are- are you okay? Oh man, [is it supposed to fizz blue like that??? Hunk's hands hover over Keith's leg, though he's too scared to touch him. He should get over that since he'll need to bind that wound up but HEY, seeing Keith writhing in pain is kind of traumatic!!!! Who knew!!]

Edited 2017-08-18 01:45 (UTC)

[Okay, okay he just needs a couple more seconds and he can power through this and help Hunk. Focus on that, getting through to help Hunk. His breath is shaky and honestly worrying, but he manages to focus his eyes on his friend now.]

Ohkay. Got that. Good stuff, hurts a lot. [And then he's shoving himself up to his feet; Keith got himself hyperfocused on where he currently is and the end goal he forgot the middle step of bandage the leg.]

Okay, good, now we'RE WHAT ARE YOU DOING! Keith! [Wants to yank him back down to the ground but WHAT IF HE HURTS HIM, omfg Keith, Hunk is going to push himself up and try to gently wrestle him back to the ground] We're not done, get back down!

You don't have to yell! [He's right here, gosh!!! 'Not done' gets his attention, and Keith doesn't immediately get it until he looks down and... Right, his leg is still in bad condition.

They should probably bandage that.

...Oh.

With some help, he eases himself back down, eyes pointedly not looking at Hunk now.]

Right.

Yeah. Right. ...oh my god there's blood everywhere, okay.

[GIVE HIM A SECOND, okay. Where's that sealing tape? Hunk shakily unwinds a strip (remembers Allura going pale and calling Earth medicine 'barbaric' when he'd described stitches to her) and turns back to Keith's bloody, bloody leg.] Okay, uh...um, can you put your hands on- on your leg and push, like...the thing together. [The wound, Hunk. C'mon man]

... Right.

[Yeah, he'll get right on that. He swallows nervously and. Okay first, he gets his knife because no, they're doing this right. He takes the pants where they tore and starts cutting carefully to make the hole bigger. Easier so they don't get fabric mixed into all this. When he's sure it's enough (and god it looks worse without the paladin black against it), he takes a deep breath.]

Okay.

[And gently, wincing the whole time, starts pressing the wound together.]

...ohmygod, I'm gonna be sick, [TURNS AWAY, clapping a hand over his mouth. Do not be sick again, Hunk, c'mon you gotta help Keith! C'mon already!!!]

[Keith stops when he hears that, watches Hunk. It's all concern now, and exhaustion but he holds out one hand to him, open and palm up.]

Do you need me to do it?

[It's an honest question, with no judgement or snide tone to it. If Hunk can't, then he can't, he'd rather not Hunk be uncomfortable with something like this if he doesn't have to be.]

[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.]

Okay.

[Hunk says he'll do it, so Keith trusts him to. Honestly? He's kind of glad it's the two of them and not Lance or Pidge. Pidge doesn't have much experience with this sort of thing, and Lance would be making this a lot worse. But if Hunk puts his mind to it, he'll make short work of it.

So Keith takes another deep breath and pushes the skin together again.]

Let's go.

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.]

[He's watching Hunk's hands, ready to do whatever if Hunk needs him to but... He doesn't. Hunk gets it done, like Keith knew he would. Even though he can see the shaking and Hunk shouldn't be doing this. He should be resting or getting a look at his Lion or something, not half-carrying him around and being his medic. Hunk's always doing that. Putting people first. Why the yellow Lion chose him, after all. He shouldn't be surprised.

Hunk gets it all done, and Keith just. Can't help that tired little smile.]

Thanks. What about you?

Oh man, I could sleep for a week. [...but there's stuff that needs doing.] Uh, I think I'm good- oh, wait. [Aren't they supposed to clean their hands between touching wounds? Oh well, just taking his gloves off will have to do, and after that he unties his headband and feels around until he finds the bump with a wince. No fresh blood comes off though.] I don't think I'm bleeding anymore...maybe just...leave it alone?

[Hunk you gotta disinfect it, don't be a baby]

...

Let me see.

No no no, it's totally fine, did I say bleeding anymore? I meant at all. All the blood's still right where it should be. [no please]

Hunk.

Okay fine, it's bleeding a little bit! Just a little bit, I'm sure it's a clean cut- look, just- just be honest with me, how much does that stuff actually hurt?

Because like, I'm pretty sure you could lose an arm and barely even flinch and you were like, really like, I just poured it on and you looked like it was acid. I'm just saying, I've already thrown up once-

[Yeah, less talkie, more worry. He's already trying to pull Hunk down so he can see the spot Hunk touched at a second ago, kinda making sure his hair is out of the way.]

...Huh.

[It's not bad. His helmet did most of the work for him, but there is a bump and it looks like there was a little blood, but not enough to warrant disinfectant.]

...I dunno, you might throw up again in a minute.

G-give it to me straight, Keith. [Trying not to cry. HE DOESN'T WANNA GET THE BONE-HURTING JUICE IN HIS BRAIN] Do I need the stuff...?