He hated this. He hated being the one to have to put Eliot through this, but he knew it had to be done. "Fuck...just breath okay? I'm just going to soak this up and see. Maybe...maybe I got it all out and we don't have to do it again?" He bit his lip, sliding his free hand up to the man's neck, rubbing gently over his skin and up into his hair.
Dean shifted, pressing down on the towel to force the liquid out, sopping it all up before pulling the towel back. He looked down into the wound, frowning as he watched it, praying that it would start knitting itself back together or show him some sign that he wouldn't have to do this again.
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Date: 2013-04-11 04:29 am (UTC)Dean shifted, pressing down on the towel to force the liquid out, sopping it all up before pulling the towel back. He looked down into the wound, frowning as he watched it, praying that it would start knitting itself back together or show him some sign that he wouldn't have to do this again.