Though he was prepared for it, Tim found himself biting down on the rope to silence himself. His left hand had jerked and pulled the tourniquet too tight, but he was afraid to loosen it just yet. The wound was already bleeding as he watched Steph's careful bandage job.
It was twisted to be grateful that she was here, and yet, he was. He wished Steph was safe, but there weren't many he'd prefer here. She was capable - something as simple as setting his arm had probably just saved his life as much as Bruce had.
Bruce.
He trusted Stephanie with his emotions, too, and when he leaned his head back against the wall and shut his eyes, the threatening tears that were soaked up by his eyelashes weren't entirely from physical pain.
"No luck on the metal?" He asked after clearing his throat. His voice sounded thicker. Rough. It was the best he could manage, but he hoped she wouldn't comment. "I have a Plan B, if we can't cauterize them."
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It was twisted to be grateful that she was here, and yet, he was. He wished Steph was safe, but there weren't many he'd prefer here. She was capable - something as simple as setting his arm had probably just saved his life as much as Bruce had.
Bruce.
He trusted Stephanie with his emotions, too, and when he leaned his head back against the wall and shut his eyes, the threatening tears that were soaked up by his eyelashes weren't entirely from physical pain.
"No luck on the metal?" He asked after clearing his throat. His voice sounded thicker. Rough. It was the best he could manage, but he hoped she wouldn't comment. "I have a Plan B, if we can't cauterize them."