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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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