[ Predictably, telling Shepard not to move just made him move more, squirming his way out of his fatigues -- who had the bright idea to have so many belts on a uniform, anyway? -- and leaving him in his undershirt, sweat-soaked from the exertion and the pain he was gritting his teeth against.
It was a clumsy sort of compress, but it would have to do. Some might consider it a bit sad to have to damage what might be the only reminders he has of home, but that's what Shepard gets for wearing it out of a misplaced sense of pride.
He can't possibly do all of it on his own, though, so he eventually gave up and left Kaidan to it, glaring at Mikhail instead. It's kind of hard to play the bad cop bleeding out on the floor, and he's pretty sure the bastard's smirking. ]
Who sent you? [ The question came with as much authority as he could muster, given the light-headedness that came with the adrenaline bleeding off ... or maybe that was just the bleeding. ]
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It was a clumsy sort of compress, but it would have to do. Some might consider it a bit sad to have to damage what might be the only reminders he has of home, but that's what Shepard gets for wearing it out of a misplaced sense of pride.
He can't possibly do all of it on his own, though, so he eventually gave up and left Kaidan to it, glaring at Mikhail instead. It's kind of hard to play the bad cop bleeding out on the floor, and he's pretty sure the bastard's smirking. ]
Who sent you? [ The question came with as much authority as he could muster, given the light-headedness that came with the adrenaline bleeding off ... or maybe that was just the bleeding. ]