Everest
"No, I'll do that." Ever says carefully. Before he does though, he reaches beneath the sink and pulls out a garbage bag. 'Can you put your shirt in here, for me?' Even in paramedic mode, removing clothing is not his forte. Most often he's cutting things off of people instead of tugging them over their heads, and if Mateo had do this part himself, Ever would appreciate it. Holding out the bag for the shirt, the paramedic nods at his roommate's pants as well.
Grabbing the first-aid kit (theirs is significantly more robust than most), Ever slips on a pair of gloves. "I'm going to check you for internal bleeding, and see if any of your ribs are cracked, okay?" He asks, ignoring Mateo's comment about the not-robbery he'd experienced.
Grabbing the first-aid kit (theirs is significantly more robust than most), Ever slips on a pair of gloves. "I'm going to check you for internal bleeding, and see if any of your ribs are cracked, okay?" He asks, ignoring Mateo's comment about the not-robbery he'd experienced.
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
