Honestly, Psiioniic doing a pretty great job pointing out all of the reasons that Kurloz's decision had been really terrible, so Sam leaves him to it. He resettles the layers of jackets and blanket around his friend's shoulders so they're bundled up as best as he can. He's not sure if hypothermia and shock affects Alternians the same way as it would humans, but he's just going to go with what he knows and hope for the best.
Sam resettles himself a little, taking more of the weight off his left leg and situating it more comfortably. It makes it a little more obvious that he's injured, but by now, he's not worried about trying to hide it. Then he props what's left of Kurloz's leg up on one of the first aid kits, elevating it as much as getting it to an easier vantage point, before he nods to his backpack.
"There's some in there. Water and jerky, too, take whatever you want." The water container he'd gotten from a sponsor, but the jerky he'd made himself. He's not concerned about letting go of any it, really, there's more back at the caves.
Sam gives a snort when Kurloz says he hasn't chucked himself off anything. "Good, and don't get any ideas. I'm not done here, I'm just saving giving you shit for when you're not bleeding on me." But he leans forward a little, covering Kurloz's hand with his and giving a brief squeeze. "I got you, all right? Just ease up, I got you."
Then he pulls back, lining up the remaining tissue on the leg as best as can be managed, and starts stitching. He's quick and efficient, zoning out a little into focusing on the task at hand, though he does keep one ear on his surroundings out of habit.
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Sam resettles himself a little, taking more of the weight off his left leg and situating it more comfortably. It makes it a little more obvious that he's injured, but by now, he's not worried about trying to hide it. Then he props what's left of Kurloz's leg up on one of the first aid kits, elevating it as much as getting it to an easier vantage point, before he nods to his backpack.
"There's some in there. Water and jerky, too, take whatever you want." The water container he'd gotten from a sponsor, but the jerky he'd made himself. He's not concerned about letting go of any it, really, there's more back at the caves.
Sam gives a snort when Kurloz says he hasn't chucked himself off anything. "Good, and don't get any ideas. I'm not done here, I'm just saving giving you shit for when you're not bleeding on me." But he leans forward a little, covering Kurloz's hand with his and giving a brief squeeze. "I got you, all right? Just ease up, I got you."
Then he pulls back, lining up the remaining tissue on the leg as best as can be managed, and starts stitching. He's quick and efficient, zoning out a little into focusing on the task at hand, though he does keep one ear on his surroundings out of habit.