[ There's something surprisingly naive about his questions, young and curious and so openly concerned with someone who's essentially still an acquaintance. Bucky can read every emotion that flickers on his features, and he studies how hard Val is concentrating on the wound. It stings, but it's nothing he can't deal with -- and he's aware that Val's trying his hardest to be gentle with it.
Sometimes being gentle doesn't cut it in the world, where there are so many who would eat you alive without a second thought, but it doesn't seem like a thing he ought to be telling Val about. It just doesn't feel right. He reaches for the sutures, aware that Val isn't entirely adept in treating wounds, although he's doing a pretty good job with cleaning his out. Still, he has to ask. ]
It is important if someone's going around hurting people.
[ But he doesn't look like he's going to press beyond that. It is very clear that most of what Valarie has done with wound care is more on the side of cleaning and bandaging than being at the helm of tools with sharper ends. When Bucky asks him, he frowns a bit and glances at the small kit a moment before looking at Bucky, pushing the kit towards him as he's reaching for it. If he can do it himself, then... well. He can do it supervised or something like that. ]
Not... first hand. I've watched a few. [ His lips press into a very serious line. ] I can help. If you're going to suture it yourself, I'd like to help.
[ Bucky considers him briefly, then nods. ] All right. Hold the wound closed.
[ This is going to be a bitch, but he's had worse. He sutures it with surgical precision -- a skill he'd picked up for when emergencies happened during a mission. They didn't happen often, but enough that he knows to take care of himself.
It's done within a couple of minutes, and he speaks up finally, quietly relieved that the man isn't squeamish. ] Get me disinfectant and gauze dressings.
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[ There's something surprisingly naive about his questions, young and curious and so openly concerned with someone who's essentially still an acquaintance. Bucky can read every emotion that flickers on his features, and he studies how hard Val is concentrating on the wound. It stings, but it's nothing he can't deal with -- and he's aware that Val's trying his hardest to be gentle with it.
Sometimes being gentle doesn't cut it in the world, where there are so many who would eat you alive without a second thought, but it doesn't seem like a thing he ought to be telling Val about. It just doesn't feel right. He reaches for the sutures, aware that Val isn't entirely adept in treating wounds, although he's doing a pretty good job with cleaning his out. Still, he has to ask. ]
You ever do this before?
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[ But he doesn't look like he's going to press beyond that. It is very clear that most of what Valarie has done with wound care is more on the side of cleaning and bandaging than being at the helm of tools with sharper ends. When Bucky asks him, he frowns a bit and glances at the small kit a moment before looking at Bucky, pushing the kit towards him as he's reaching for it. If he can do it himself, then... well. He can do it supervised or something like that. ]
Not... first hand. I've watched a few. [ His lips press into a very serious line. ] I can help. If you're going to suture it yourself, I'd like to help.
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[ This is going to be a bitch, but he's had worse. He sutures it with surgical precision -- a skill he'd picked up for when emergencies happened during a mission. They didn't happen often, but enough that he knows to take care of himself.
It's done within a couple of minutes, and he speaks up finally, quietly relieved that the man isn't squeamish. ] Get me disinfectant and gauze dressings.