Please. There is no need. I do it as part of the collective. I give my help because it is what is most useful from me. I receive things in return already.
[ He can't help but to at least allow a vague trace of his own communism to seep through—it is, to him, a natural answer, the most obvious one, even though he figures it wouldn't be to an Englishman from the height of industrialization. He pulls back the cold-stiffened plunger of one syringe and draws up 60 ccs of saline, then repeats with the other. ]
We all do what we can. I am going to take off the jacket now.
[ He does, setting it to the floor. The wound seeps blood anew, but not as aggressively as it had been. There's dirt and grit in the long lacerations, contaminants the wolves had carried on their long sharp nails after they sank into the mud under the snow.
He grabs the towel and presses it to the intact skin at the end of the wound, then positions the luer slip at the uppermost edge and slowly depresses the plunger, flushing out a small river of debris that soaks into the towel as dirty pink water mixed with streaks of brighter blood. He keeps his voice muted, both an effect of focusing on what he's doing and an effort to keep his patient calm. ]
no subject
[ He can't help but to at least allow a vague trace of his own communism to seep through—it is, to him, a natural answer, the most obvious one, even though he figures it wouldn't be to an Englishman from the height of industrialization. He pulls back the cold-stiffened plunger of one syringe and draws up 60 ccs of saline, then repeats with the other. ]
We all do what we can. I am going to take off the jacket now.
[ He does, setting it to the floor. The wound seeps blood anew, but not as aggressively as it had been. There's dirt and grit in the long lacerations, contaminants the wolves had carried on their long sharp nails after they sank into the mud under the snow.
He grabs the towel and presses it to the intact skin at the end of the wound, then positions the luer slip at the uppermost edge and slowly depresses the plunger, flushing out a small river of debris that soaks into the towel as dirty pink water mixed with streaks of brighter blood. He keeps his voice muted, both an effect of focusing on what he's doing and an effort to keep his patient calm. ]
Done with that one.