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Zeke had been among the first wave of hunters assigned the delightful task of search and rescue, and as one of the infirmary norms, they'd given the role of field medic. It had been him that had found Wyatt, alerted by the consecutive blasts from the cowboy's shotgun. It had been quite th scene to stumble upon; Wyatt in a growing puddle of his own blood, in nothing but boots, scibbies,hat, and his coat.

It had been easy enough to staunch the bleeding, mend the hole in his arm, and he'd been moved to the tent where an IV had been placed to replace the lost fluids. At that point Zeke had been called back to help with the overflow of patients.

He was changing out the IV bag when Wyatt started to wake up, but didn't bother looking down until the bag had been set and the lines hooked up properly. "I don't know, seems like our thing at this point." Pale eyes twitched down, the flicker of aa smirk touching lips before he went to grap a blood pressure cuff.

A snort did follow that teasing comment though. "I found you like that." Not that he didn't appreciate the view. "You make a habit of running head long into danger mostly naked?"

The platatude was met with a rather flat look before Zeke was turning to hook the rolling stool with his ankle so he could drag it over and take a seat.

"I do not know, no." Rushing into danger never really felt good to Zeke. He supposed there was that rush of adrenaline, the unknown, but he he was more a fan of his own survival than he was of risks. Too calculating, to enjoy the thrill of battle. Especially after his run in with the mother of all nasty horsemen. Having your weapon broken, and then spending a month and a half in a coma really put a dampener on the whole thrill seeking thing.

Pale eyes slid away from the other man and out into the tent at large before returning. "I don't care if you smoke, but I wouldn't be too surprised if someone eventually comes along and asks you to put it out." Really, Zeke would have loved a smoke as well, but he knew better. Sunny would have been very unhappy with him.

There was something he needed to mention, but he was waiting. Curious to see if Wyatt would bring it up himself, if he'd even been aware of the black crystal that had been on his shoulder.