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Raleigh looks up and then sits up, listening but my quite understanding why this is happening.

They've been pretty friendly since they got here.. they were kinda starting to find good footing before that.. but this is. Like actual friends, stuff. He is very vulnerable today and he doesn't know how he's liking being seen.

"I got through it last time, I'll be okay."

"You don't have to do all this, Chuck. Seriously, it's too much."

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Chuck gives a very pointed look to Raleigh's back, to those ugly marks that look like they're getting infected.

"Ray, relax. Let me do this. I signed up for F.E.A.R., remember? If it makes you feel better think of it as me doing my job. Protecting the people. Making sure they don't do stupid shit like leave untreated injuries to rot."

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Raleigh's bad mood nearly gives way to a boyscout comment but holds his tongue. Chuck really is only trying to help and he has to acknowledge that.

Be grateful. It's just difficult for him to accept it and not feel like he's being pitied.

Sure he dealt with it alone last time but it was bad. It was really bad. Really really... Really bad.

"They're not rotting." He says instead, looking over his shoulder to see. They definitely are going septic, especially where his blisters have rubbed against fabric.

Ngh. Maybe Chuck has a point. The surface wounds are he least of his pain and they sting and they're awful but they've only been one layer of annoyance in what's been a very bad pain day.

A sigh. He scrubs his face with his hands. Stupid, stupid trembly hands.

"Okay.." giving in. "What've you got."

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"First thing, take some aspirin." He sets the little bottle down in front of Raleigh before starting to dig through the first aid backback he's got.

"This all looks pretty fuckin' bad. I need to disinfect it, treat it, and bandage it. 'S probably gonna hurt something bloody awful. So try not to cuss at me too much."

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Raleigh snorts and takes the aspirin, shaking his head a little bit.

"No promises," but he will try.

If he stepped back and thought about he would recognize this as Chuck needing the distraction just as much as Raleigh needs the help. Maybe tomorrow if he feels a little better. Right now he's mostly just embarrassed that this is happening to begin with and let's Chuck go about his work.

He hisses and flinches with a fist a few times but manages not to jerk back or swing out of kneejerk reaction. Instead he slaps his hand on the table with a growl. It makes his hand radiate with pain and he yelps, holding it against his chest instead with a hissed, filthy string of language.

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"Sorry, sorry," he grunts, gloves hands trying to do the work as gently as possible. For all his barging in and banging around like a bull in a China shop, he has very, very precise hands. He's been working on jaegers a long time - he knows how to be light and gentle.

Chuck knows it hurts. He had much lighter burns from the EMP blast, but they were nothing like this.

"Didn't know you had a mouth like that on ya," he says, trying to distract him. Christ Raleigh you let this get bad.

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