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[bigbrained]

[Being core members of the Voltron coalition meant that sometimes the team had to spread their forces thin in order to take care of everything that required their attention. Sure, they had other allies who could hold their own -the Blade of Mamora for example- but it had a little more impact if the paladins themselves saved a colony or planet, as opposed to more Galra.

In other words: politics.]

I mean, I understand what Coran was saying but I still think it's kinda dumb, right Keith? [Undeterred by Keith's noncommital 'uh huh's and 'yeah's, Hunk continues on as he follows Keith's lead and slows down his approach. They're going to have to try and sneak up on this installation or risk the Galra retaliating against the captured techs for calling for help.] They've been around way longer than we have, and fighting for way longer too! It kinda feels like we're shoving them out of the way to get all the glory. Not that that's what we're doing, but it sure feels like that's what we're doing. I guess in the end it doesn't really matter who gets the job done so long as the people are saved, but it still leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Right? Do you have a bad taste in your mouth too, Keith?

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[bigbrained]

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!!]

[whatsacactus]

[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.]

[bigbrained]

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!

[whatsacactus]

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.

[bigbrained]

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]

[whatsacactus]

... 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.]

[bigbrained]

...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!!!]

[whatsacactus]

[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.]

[bigbrained]

[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.]

[whatsacactus]

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.

[bigbrained]

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.]

[whatsacactus]

[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?

[bigbrained]

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]

[whatsacactus]

...

[whatsacactus]

Let me see.

[bigbrained]

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]

[whatsacactus]

Hunk.

[bigbrained]

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-

[whatsacactus]

[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.

[bigbrained]

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...?

[whatsacactus]

[Yeah, he's not usually mean but it's been really rough since they got here and well! Maybe it'll help relieve some tension. He makes a show of really looking it over before just settling back, hands still over Hunk's hair.]

I dunno, it might need surgery when we get back. I'm not sure how long you've got.

[bigbrained]

WHAT?! Surgery?! But I don't-

[bigbrained]

[bigbrained]

Oh haha, very funny, Keith. You know, you're not supposed to make a big guy's blood pressure go up like that. [Man if you weren't injured right now.....


......Hunk would still do nothing, because he's a considerate guy who isn't cruel to his teammates, UNLIKE SOME OTHER PEOPLE IN THIS LION. Still packs up that kit all grumpily, wincing when the movement pulls at his side.]

[whatsacactus]

But it was funny, huh?

[He cracks a little grin himself, watching because this is better. Hunk's better when he's not panicked and anxious. But Keith still has eyes so he reaches for his arm.]

Hey- What else is wrong?