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.
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.
[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.]
( 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. )
[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.]
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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.
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( In groups big enough to send his husband hurtling back injured. )
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Do I get a juice box when you're done? Is this one of the scenarios that you get a juice box and cookies?
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( 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.
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[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.]
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( 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.
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[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.
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( 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?
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It's a salve. Antiseptic. Use it to clean the wounds.
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( And then it does! )
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Can I pass out now?
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( 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?
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Probably a couple days, at least. I should be safe here. As far as the bosses know, I'm still in Europe.
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( 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.
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Thank you, for patching me up.
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Every time. Now. What hunters do I have to track down and separate them from their internal organs?
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The ones directly responsible are dead. And the rest would take a much sturdier plan to handle.
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( Can he curse their family lines, though? Easy taking the step up out of your lab. )
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We'll talk about it when I'm not woozy from blood loss.
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( Once they make it to the bedroom. )
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Good plan.
[And with that, they will head off to the bedroom for some rest and recovery.]