everyonelives | sometimes people leave you halfway through the wood

[David gestures for him to bring it closer.]

Fastest delivery route is to chew it. Or in this case, use it as something to bite down on while you fish around in my bullet hole.

( He comes closer, leaving the top of the jar on the shelf, getting to his knees again. )

I get it.

( He pulls out two pieces, feeding them both to him before setting the jar down. )

Chew, close your eyes and think of England.

( Letting him start chewing, Ezra finally leans forward again, carefully sticking a finger inside his wound, he looks away and digs around, picturing his progress. )

You know, before our wedding night my mother actually said that to me. Minus the chewing part.

[He can't help but groan. Mostly from the pain, but also from that joke because really? Really?

He actually likes Ezra's mother, superficially speaking, but some of the things she says are a bit much.]

Where does she get these things?

That's an old adage. You've never heard of it. Not on TV?

( When did his husband have the time, he knows. But, questioning his pop culture (or just plain old) knowledge feels like a good use of a distraction.

Ezra's mother also likes David. A lot. She asks about him more than Ezra says.

Finding his prize, so to speak, he quickly removes what remains of the bullet and sets it down in a nearby basin. )

Thing shrunk because it splintered out. ( He looks up at his husband again. ) Still with me? I need to pack it, and also undo the tearing in your abdomen. Someone brought a witch to a knife fight. What happened to the other guy?

[He nods drowsily, because yes, he is still there. The pain is not great, and he would very much like to be unconscious, but he can tough it out. He's had to manage worse.]

Other guy might have gotten shot by one of his friends when he was trying to shoot me.

[You don't bring claws to a gun fight, but you also don't bring guns to a witch fight.]

Whoever it was that did this, they were prepared. Organized. They had been planning this hit for months.

Leave no man left alive.

( He's followed that philosophy, too. )

Against witches. Strictly? Chew.

( But, also talk while chewing. Keep talking. )

[He's chewing, he's chewing.]

In this particular instance, yes. But I think they're equal opportunity on the kinds of supernatural creatures they'll take out if given the opportunity.

We should check with the Colony, see if they've seen organized hunters before.

( In groups big enough to send his husband hurtling back injured. )

[He nods. He'll do that. Tomorrow, when he's not feeling all groggy from the blood loss.]

Do I get a juice box when you're done? Is this one of the scenarios that you get a juice box and cookies?

I don't think you and I have ever been in one of those scenarios.

( Speaking of, he will have to -- treat his stomach antibacterially. That will sting, too. He gets up again. )

Natural herbs aside, dipping into your - skills. What do I need.

That's just rude.

[Someday he should get to have the juice and cookies treatment.]

What do you need to do?

[The brain fog is not allowing him to think critically. He needs you to be more specific.]

You're a grown man, you get hard alcohol.

( Speaking OF. )

Heal you, or heal you enough. It's not good down there. Bullet-wound wise, I need to pack you. And ensure neither wound is infected. So what improves internal injuries, David.

Is that good for someone with blood loss?

[Not the point. Healing tonics, healing tinctures, what did he actually have prepared ...

He points across the room to a different cabinet.]

Third shelf, fifth bottle over. Should smell like cloves.

Probably not. Maybe we have apple juice. Cider.

( Make your orchard angrier. He heads across the room, following three shelfs down, five bottles in, he uncaps and smells. )

Should do the trick.

( He says with only his husband's knowledge of it. He's back by his side again, kneeling down. )

Any special thing I have to do or do I just stick them in?

[He shakes his head.]

It's a salve. Antiseptic. Use it to clean the wounds.

Okay. It's - I don't have to tell you it's going to hurt like a bitch.

( And then it does! )

[Oh yeah. Big pain, not fun. But he manages to get through it with minimal complaining as Ezra fixes him up. And once that's done, he looks up at him with a pained expression.]

Can I pass out now?

Almost. Stay strong.

( He even grabs his hand, squeezing, holding it between them. )

The rest is all medical.

( It's packing him with medical equipment he thankfully keeps on hand and rubbing one of David's solutions along the covers for his two wounds. But, after. )

You did it.

( He kisses his husband's knuckles. )

By your math, how long do you need?

[He shrugs.]

Probably a couple days, at least. I should be safe here. As far as the bosses know, I'm still in Europe.

Then let's get you up. Because I'm not going anywhere, either.

( He stands, holds his fist tight and cradles him as he helps him to stand, too. )

Pain gets to be too much, you let me know. I'll just take advantage of you sexually.

[He gives him a look at that, before stopping them, turning and kissing his husband because a) it's nice to see him, but also b) he's grateful that he's fast on his feet.]

Thank you, for patching me up.

( They wouldn't be husbands if they didn't say the inappropriate things at the wrong times. )

Every time. Now. What hunters do I have to track down and separate them from their internal organs?

[He shakes his head.]

The ones directly responsible are dead. And the rest would take a much sturdier plan to handle.

I have sturdy plans.

( Can he curse their family lines, though? Easy taking the step up out of your lab. )

[He nods slowly.]

We'll talk about it when I'm not woozy from blood loss.

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