Re: FILL: First Stitches 1.5 1/2evelyncarverMay 21 2014, 06:31:34 UTC
Note: This chunk was really long.
"Dean, Dean, are you okay?" Sam plunked the bottle down on the bedside table. "I hurt you."
"Had to be done." Dean grunted. "Okay, what's next?"
Sam took a deep breath. His hands were shaking. "Pain meds, pain meds are next."
"Alcohol wipes." Dean ordered. "Get it cleaned out. Use the penlight to check for debris. Wipe down the skin on either side."
"Right, right." Sam tore at the packing of the wipes and tried to steady his hand as he wiped the blood gently away from Dean's skin. "Sorry, sorry." He murmured as Dean hissed. "I'm sorry."
"Just keep going." Dean said, closing his eyes and trying to relax, his muscles were too tense and they were still in the easy parts.
Sam dropped the dirty wipes into the room's garbage can and fished the bottle of pain pills out of the kit. "How many can you take?" He asked, opening the bottle to count the number of pills remaining.
"Not those." Dean waved his hand over the supplies he'd gotten out. "I need to help you through this. Here." He tapped the prefilled syringe. "You remember how to do this?"
"Lidocaine?" Sam asked, pulling the cap off the needle. "Goes in shallow, pull it out slow?" He added, trying to remember the last time that Dean had given him stitches.
"Dean, Dean, are you okay?" Sam plunked the bottle down on the bedside table. "I hurt you."
"Had to be done." Dean grunted. "Okay, what's next?"
Sam took a deep breath. His hands were shaking. "Pain meds, pain meds are next."
"Alcohol wipes." Dean ordered. "Get it cleaned out. Use the penlight to check for debris. Wipe down the skin on either side."
"Right, right." Sam tore at the packing of the wipes and tried to steady his hand as he wiped the blood gently away from Dean's skin. "Sorry, sorry." He murmured as Dean hissed. "I'm sorry."
"Just keep going." Dean said, closing his eyes and trying to relax, his muscles were too tense and they were still in the easy parts.
Sam dropped the dirty wipes into the room's garbage can and fished the bottle of pain pills out of the kit. "How many can you take?" He asked, opening the bottle to count the number of pills remaining.
"Not those." Dean waved his hand over the supplies he'd gotten out. "I need to help you through this. Here." He tapped the prefilled syringe. "You remember how to do this?"
"Lidocaine?" Sam asked, pulling the cap off the needle. "Goes in shallow, pull it out slow?" He added, trying to remember the last time that Dean had given him stitches.
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