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 hustled through the Monster Hunter's Guild, grabbing things that wouldn't be missed, a knife, a roll of bandages, a bowl, some kindling and some water. The bare minimum for what he needed to do. It took him less than ten minutes, and then he was stepping back into the room, the bed creaking as he assumed Sam turned towards him. There was a smile on his lips, shallower but more genuine than what usually lived there.
Without wasting any more time, Nate got started, lighting a small fire in the bowl and letting the blade he'd brought sit in its heat. Sitting back on the bed, Nate reached out, gently took Sam's broken hand and began unwinding the bandages that had been wrapped around it. "What I'm going to do will hurt, but, it'll keep you from losing anymore blood, er... fluid. Ready?"
Without wasting any more time, Nate got started, lighting a small fire in the bowl and letting the blade he'd brought sit in its heat. Sitting back on the bed, Nate reached out, gently took Sam's broken hand and began unwinding the bandages that had been wrapped around it. "What I'm going to do will hurt, but, it'll keep you from losing anymore blood, er... fluid. Ready?"
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
