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Trust the medic

Cain.

The fact that Zeke knew his name was a slight shock to the life, but then again he had no doubt the two men had pilfered his notebook the night they meet. Idiots. But they had helped, that thought softened the teen just a touch. Looking over the man he sighed, "Zeke." In another situation, with someone else, that loop-sided smile might have been admired. But as it was the look only met blank, unamused features. A pull at latex and the gloves were secure enough that Cain started to the bed.

"Yes," He said slowly and with a small smirk, approaching the side of the bed and looking over the bandages first. They clearly needed changed but otherwise there wasn't anything alarming to be noted about them, which was good. It was kind of funny thinking about it, since, either Zeke or Ever had been the one to wrap his foot while he was asleep. At the question he meet pale eyes, walking back to bring over his tray of supplies and sit them promptly on Zeke's lap since he was awake, and no doubt to be annoying, "it's fine..." A moment to pause as he started to unwrap the other and the lifer asked casually as possible, trying not to look up into the handsomer mans face as he touched his body delicately to not hurt him further, "were you the one that wrapped it then?"

Trust the medic

Barely pilfered. Zeke had peeked in the front cover for all of a minute, and for the sole purpose of seeking out the young man's name. His name was tossed back at him with a sigh, and that only seemed to amuse Zeke all the more. He was chuckling in earnest as Cain headed towards the bed.

In the time it took for the smaller man to fetch the tray of supplies Zeke pushed himself up into a relative facsimile of a sitting position with a wince and a bitten back curse. He held his breath for a moment, waiting for the ache to fade, then let it all go in a slow, controlled way as Cain set the tray of supplies on his lap. Even stuck in the drug induced haze of the painkillers, Zeke's attention lingered on the tray, checking over the supplies critically before looking up again as gentle hands started unwrapping the bandages around his chest. He lifted his arms a bit to make it easier, watching Cain as he worked.

At the question the smile returned. "Mmmhmm. Hopefully it kept the swelling down long enough for your weapon to take care of it." Pale eyes lingered on Cain's face, watching his expression. In general, but he also wanted to see what the smaller man thought of the burns.

Playing Doctor

"Burns? Ouch," Wyatt winced. The injuries themselves were a bit ironic - Zeke visited Wyatt as he recovered from being frozen, and the roles were reversed in burn recovery. "How'd ya manage that one? Set your bed on fire from a lit cigarette in your drunken sleep with an open bottle of moonshine? Or from the attack the other night?"

There was perhaps too much specificity to that story - but Wyatt will attest that it only happened to him once.

delivery girl

"God, yes you would. And heels. Like the four inch stripper shoes." Hattie let out a very low wolf whistle, because they were in the infirmary and being loud would be rude.

"Oh yeah?" She hummed. King Arthur's court huh? Maybe he was reading one too many medieval books? As he told her about it, it seemed a little more than very strange; giving up lives and the memories of said lives? so weird. Finally though, he got to what seemed to be the meat of it all: in his dream, it seemed, they were together.

"…Like, together together?" Hattie repeated, muffled a little bit as he squished her in an effort to scratch his own cheek.

Playing Doctor

"Jesus," he was a bit taken aback. When the alarm went off, Wyatt had stayed put, armed and ready, but a safe distance from all the action and chaos. Now he was starting to feel a bit guilty about that. As if all the rest of the destruction wasn't enough.

"Sorry about that bud," he tossed aside the clipboard onto the counter. "At least you get some drugs to kill the pain and get a little high?" He tried to brighten the mood.

"How long do they think you'll be in here for? It'd be nice to see ya back on your feet soon." He paused. "Or on your knees, too."

Playing doctor

"The drugs are pretty great," he admitted, the grin returning in full. Of course, the painkillers would probably be cold comfort when the bandages came off. There would be scars, somewhere in his hazy mind he knew that, but it was hard to care just then. Later he'd care. Probably.

He had to think about Wyatt's question, count back how many days he'd already been in the infirmary. "Couple more, maybe." Had he been there one, or two? It was hard to remember. He drifted in and out randomly throughout the days and nights, so it made keeping track of time all the more difficult.

There was a beat, in which it might have seemed the intermediate had missed that provocative comment, then he was leering up at the cowboy again with a wolfish grin. "And who say's it'd be me on my knees?" Not that he was opposed to the idea, really. Zeke liked giving head as much as receiving it. He had thing for the sort of control a person could wield when they had another person at their tender mercy.

Wyatt grinned back once Zeke started to smile - goal accomplished at lightening the mood, even if just a bit. He didn't do well with serious subjects. They made him uncomfortable, so a shift back into innuendo-laced flirty territory was a welcome return to form.

"I got no problem going below deck, but ya can't expect to lead the ship every time, can ya?" he cocked a brow. "It ain't fun unless you mix things up. Well, that's not true. With me, it's always fun." He gave a little wink as he kicked up his feet onto Zeke's bed and started to play a little footsie with Zeke's feet.

"So your burns...," he started. "Ya all good down there?"

Eye shifted to a crotch.