"It's over." And he doesn't hear relief in Dean's voice, and he's not surprised that it's not there.
He bends, setting most of the gauze down on the floor, and spills disinfectant onto what's left in his hand. With that, he starts to clean off the worst of the blood, working as slowly and methodically as he had before. Down over Dean's chest and belly, around to his back, pressing more gauze over where wounds are still open and bleeding sluggishly. It's not really as bad as it looks.
It's still pretty bad.
At last he tosses the bloody gauze in the bin by the door, turns and grabs a pillow from the bed, a sheet from the pile of spare linens, dropping them on the floor by Dean's feet. He bends down to unlock the ankle cuffs, then straightens and reaches up with one hand, the other arm sliding around Dean's waist to bear him up, because Christ, he can't even stand.
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He bends, setting most of the gauze down on the floor, and spills disinfectant onto what's left in his hand. With that, he starts to clean off the worst of the blood, working as slowly and methodically as he had before. Down over Dean's chest and belly, around to his back, pressing more gauze over where wounds are still open and bleeding sluggishly. It's not really as bad as it looks.
It's still pretty bad.
At last he tosses the bloody gauze in the bin by the door, turns and grabs a pillow from the bed, a sheet from the pile of spare linens, dropping them on the floor by Dean's feet. He bends down to unlock the ankle cuffs, then straightens and reaches up with one hand, the other arm sliding around Dean's waist to bear him up, because Christ, he can't even stand.
"Hang on."