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Mar 28, 2011 20:36

who ; nobletwo & thom_293
what ; Just, hangin' out. Stitching some wounds. Blood everywhere. But mostly, hanging out.
where ; Spartan haus.
when ; After Thom decided to be a show off with his jet pack, that ass.
warning(s) ; does descriptions of wounds and blood count

( She looks good but her boyfriend says she's a mess. )

noble two, noble seven | thom 293

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thom_293 March 29 2011, 01:15:33 UTC

He hadn't expected her to answer quite so quickly ( ... )

nobletwo March 29 2011, 02:07:26 UTC

Kat wasn't sure what to expect by his message, thus her prompt answer; she was one to be forceful about punctuality anyway, especially if assistance is requested. Laying eyes on Thom reaffirmed that prompt action was the best line of action, although her stance relaxes as she gives him a quick glance over, only just arching his brows at him when he jokes with her ( ... )

thom_293 March 29 2011, 02:40:08 UTC

"Got into it, rolled around in it, came home smelling like it. Probably tracked it all over the carpet." He grins, ducks his head just a little. "Ma'am ( ... )

nobletwo March 29 2011, 07:17:11 UTC

"We'll hose you off later ( ... )

sob I totally lost this tag and am re-writing it from memory thom_293 March 29 2011, 17:03:29 UTC

If there's one thing Thom's good at, it's taking things like a man. There is nary a ripple in his veneer of genial stoicism ( ... )

baw baby tag loss sucks but not as well as you nobletwo March 30 2011, 06:54:54 UTC

"Your guard was down--" Kat began. She didn't even need to voice her thoughts on it; her disappointment and disapproval was clear enough just in her tone. "--so soon after everything that just occurred? And let a hostile run off with your equipment ( ... )

bow chicka thom_293 March 30 2011, 09:17:33 UTC

"Yes ma'am," he says, without the faintest trace of irony. He doesn't offer excuses; he has none. There's a part of him that wants to promise it won't happen again, but he has neither the will nor the energy to give credence to what very well could be a lie. There are no guarantees in this place. It's a lesson he's learning by degrees and dead teammates ( ... )

whoops, didn't copy a line nobletwo March 31 2011, 01:25:17 UTC

"Not my room, remember. Hope you like red," she quips back, and that was her answer. Apology accepted, Thom. Just try and keep out of trouble ( ... )

thom_293 March 31 2011, 02:16:11 UTC

"More of a gray kinda guy, myself. Guess I'll get used to it."

Thom laughs a little at that, and shakes his head. He loves you dearly, Kat, and appreciates the offer, but he's not hiding behind your insignia. "I'll talk to him." He's never been one to shy away from the firing line.

He takes the flashlight from her without a word, holds it on the injury as well as he can with the slightly awkward angle. "Not well," he admits. But the fact that his hand isn't completely limp is a good thing, at least. It means that, even if they've taken undue stress, no nerves have been severed completely. There's a procedure he's not a fan of: nerve reattachment. "I think it's just the trauma to the muscle itself. Might have winged the posterior interosseous, but sensation has improved about eight percent since it happened." Which, in his mind, ultimately means he'll be fine.

nobletwo March 31 2011, 06:35:18 UTC

"Affirmative." That's a response for both his turning down the offer and acknowledgment about his injuries. Kat's not a surgeon, so luckily this was something she could deal with on her own.

Kat takes a cloth and wipes away more blood from the area, getting a better look at it with the light, then applies it to the wound directly.

"Hold that," she murmurs, and waits for him to do so before she turns to grab a sterilizing agent, pouring some onto some fresh gauze. She didn't really need to warn him that this was gonna sting like a bitch. He's a big boy.

"You should lay down."

thom_293 March 31 2011, 07:48:06 UTC

"I'd rather get it over with," he tells her honestly, pausing to cradle the flashlight awkwardly in the crook of his arm while he holds the compress against the wound. Any kind of getting vertical - unless he sprawled out on the floor - would mean removing the rest of his armour, and that's a time commitment he'd rather not expend.

He realizes too late that it might have been an order, and gives her a sort of questioning look. He won't really argue if that's what she's suggesting.

nobletwo April 1 2011, 16:07:47 UTC

It's called laying back and dangling your ass off the side to take care of that bottom heaviness, duh, Thom. For a moment, Kat pauses, looking at him almost like she was going to argue for the sake of arguing. All that pent up frustration and such. But, this was also Thom and not Carter, and arguing pointless things wouldn't get too far if just because he's likely to concede as soon as she said 'no ( ... )

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