[Ronan takes the tape from him, all at once a little unsure, but he nods anyway and stands aside to let Adam in. How many times has Adam stitched him up? Changed his own bandages? Even now, with his arm still in a cast, how many times has Adam asked if he was doing alright with it, has helped him adjust with it? It's absolutely fair that he ask Ronan to change his bandages as well, just this once, when he can't do it- but Ronan is suddenly not sure that he's up for the task.
He's gotten the supplies for the clinic since its inception, but he's never attended a first aid class. He's wound up in the hospital back home multiple times for various stupid injuries, but he's never actually paid attention to how they stitched him up. He's changed bandages before, of course, but maybe this is different.
Ronan guides Adam back to his bed- it's the biggest surface in his room, and the only one not covered in knickknacks and baubles. There's an ineffective windchime in the corner made of barbed wire and what looks like bits of animal bone, there's an array of zippo lighters dumped on the floor, some of them squat and square and some of them curling, ornate devices, there's a painting leaning against the desk of an empty pictureframe up on a stark wall. Dozens of things, cluttering up the place, and so Ronan sits on the bed with the gauze and the tape, crossing his legs in front of him.]
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He's gotten the supplies for the clinic since its inception, but he's never attended a first aid class. He's wound up in the hospital back home multiple times for various stupid injuries, but he's never actually paid attention to how they stitched him up. He's changed bandages before, of course, but maybe this is different.
Ronan guides Adam back to his bed- it's the biggest surface in his room, and the only one not covered in knickknacks and baubles. There's an ineffective windchime in the corner made of barbed wire and what looks like bits of animal bone, there's an array of zippo lighters dumped on the floor, some of them squat and square and some of them curling, ornate devices, there's a painting leaning against the desk of an empty pictureframe up on a stark wall. Dozens of things, cluttering up the place, and so Ronan sits on the bed with the gauze and the tape, crossing his legs in front of him.]
You're gonna have to walk me through this.