NATE
Who could ask to be unbroken
or be brave again?
or be brave again?
Or honey hope even on this side
of the grave again?
of the grave again?
Nate was ready to pull away the second Sam turned on him, ready to give him space, or whatever he needed. But he was glad when he didn’t have to, the other man instead curling into his touch, letting himself be held, and hopefully comforted. It didn’t exactly fall into bedside manner, but Sam was different than just a patient, as much as he didn’t want to face that quite yet.
Luckily (in the loosest possible definition) there were other things he could focus on, grasp to. Like the leaking stumps where Sams fingers had been. It was the first time Nate had to actually face the inhumanity of the ascended, but he was interested more than anything, staring with equal parts quiet horror and rapt focus at the spaces between the bandages. He licked his lips, trying to keep his voice from cracking when he spoke. ”I know you didn’t. I... I would be more concerned if you did.” There May not have been and cracking, but the words trembled, barely held steady.
Tipping his head into the hand on his face, Nate reached out, gently taking the injured hand into one of his own and holding it still. ”Do you... can I help this? Stop the bleeding, get it cleaned? I... don’t know if you can get infections, but it might... hurt less, of nothing else.” It was really all he felt qualified to offer.
Luckily (in the loosest possible definition) there were other things he could focus on, grasp to. Like the leaking stumps where Sams fingers had been. It was the first time Nate had to actually face the inhumanity of the ascended, but he was interested more than anything, staring with equal parts quiet horror and rapt focus at the spaces between the bandages. He licked his lips, trying to keep his voice from cracking when he spoke. ”I know you didn’t. I... I would be more concerned if you did.” There May not have been and cracking, but the words trembled, barely held steady.
Tipping his head into the hand on his face, Nate reached out, gently taking the injured hand into one of his own and holding it still. ”Do you... can I help this? Stop the bleeding, get it cleaned? I... don’t know if you can get infections, but it might... hurt less, of nothing else.” It was really all he felt qualified to offer.
And who could ask it to be sound
or to feel saved again?
or to feel saved again?
But stick around until you hear
that music play again
that music play again
