Once he had Wyatt's shirt off he put it to the side, in the cleanest corner he could manage, without getting blood on their meager supplies.
"Lie down on your stomach," He commanded, his voice still somehow stable. He tried not to think of what Wyatt could be trying to tell him. He'd make sure Wyatt had plenty of time to tell him whatever he wanted, later. He grabbed the last of the medical supplies, as well as the bottle of cactus water that was the last of what they'd collected. He hoped there was nothing in the cactus water that would make the wounds worse, but if it was good enough to drink...
He pressed a careful hand to Wyatt's shoulder to hold him down.
"This is going to hurt," He murmured lowly as he took a breath and tipped the water over Wyatt's torn up back.
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"Lie down on your stomach," He commanded, his voice still somehow stable. He tried not to think of what Wyatt could be trying to tell him. He'd make sure Wyatt had plenty of time to tell him whatever he wanted, later. He grabbed the last of the medical supplies, as well as the bottle of cactus water that was the last of what they'd collected. He hoped there was nothing in the cactus water that would make the wounds worse, but if it was good enough to drink...
He pressed a careful hand to Wyatt's shoulder to hold him down.
"This is going to hurt," He murmured lowly as he took a breath and tipped the water over Wyatt's torn up back.