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[nurse1701]

[Christine is in the clinic. She is probably not aware the tablet is on, but is paying no mind to it for the moment as she seems to straighten a few things lying on a small counter. They can't be seen, but from the sounds there is metal of some sort. When she finally seems to get everything set, Christine turns towards the tablet's direction with a

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[action]; Elena rescue thread

[assworthsaving]

[It felt like he had been walking for hours with how exhausted he felt. The wound that Inara had given him had proven to be deeper than he thought and the time he spent in shock lying on the bed, bleeding, certainly didn't help. By now he had lost a lot of blood and everything was spinning around him

[action]; Elena rescue thread

[fortune_favored]

[An hour and ten minutes later, Sully had rang Elena back. He'd gotten nothing. And then nothing again. And Sully? Trusted people's gut instincts.

... Well, allright. He trusted Nate and Elena's gut instincts.

But in this case, it meant getting off the chair (that he'd moved into Nate's apartment) and heading out. Elena had said that people were acting weird and that here, acting weird was never anything good. Kid has a decent head on her shoulders and she's a far better judge of character than Nate has ever been. The clinic isn't far-- it's one of the few major landmarks that the pair had pointed out to him-- so Sully had stubbed out his cigar and closed the door behind him. Is there a reason to lock locks in Hell?

Sully muses as he walks, really only half concerned. Honestly, what harm is a nurse going to do? Isn't that part of the oath, to protect and--]

Kid?

[Sully half-pauses in his trot down a flight of stairs. The question's rhetorical-- he knows what Nate looks like, and he knows even better the color of the kid's blood

[action]; Elena rescue thread

[assworthsaving]

[There is a slightly annoyed groan before his head faces the direction he hears the voice coming from. As far as he was concerned he was being woken up when he was just too tired to do anything. But he knows that voice.]

S, Sully...?

[That was his rhetorical reply. His eyes cracked open slowly and he tried to sit up more since he was pretty sure Sully wasn't going to let him take a nap. It takes him a moment to register all of what he is saying and he barely manages a laugh.]

Got a little too kinky for my taste.

[His voice was rough, strained, but he was managing. And... just how did the other man know what he was doing anyway?]

[action]; Elena rescue thread

[fortune_favored]

[Sully snorts.]

Yeah. So says your undone belt. [He's sharp, don't discount the old man. But most of his attention is on the short, bleeding wound on Nate's side, right near that still-fresh scar.] Shit, kid. What'd I tell you about safe words? [Bad joke, forgive him. Sully swears and puts a palm over it, pressing down.]

Look. I'm going to the clinic and you need some stitches. And a goddamn blood transfusion. I'll give you a ride.

[Calm. Right? Calm. Sully hauls an arm over his neck and tugs Nate to his feet because what else is he supposed to do? Nothing. At least at the clinic they'll have supplies-- even if he has to sew Nate up himself. If it had hit anything vital, the kid wouldn't be pale, he'd be dead.

Luck of the fucking devil.

Sully shakes his head and starts more or less dragging Nate toward the clinic.]