[It takes several minutes of struggling to get Adrian inside and laid down, on his non-injured side so that Rosso can actually find the antiseptics they keep around since both of them show up injured so much. He could have brought those outside, but his panic-brain was pretty sure Adrian would bleed out before then. Probably for the best that he closed that wound up when he did.
His arms and legs feel like jelly after that workout, but he forces himself to keep walking just a bit longer. Just enough so that he can get the med kit out and drag it back to bed. Ordinarily, he'd give Adrian a bath, but Rosso doesn't think he can lift the guy into the tub. This isn't like the last time Adrian was injured, where it was light enough to be romantically washed off in their stupid little tub. His boyfriend is fucking dying. Rosso doesn't know if he's stable or not.]
I'm gonna bandage you up.
[He'll talk while he's doing it. Tell Adrian what he's doing — "I'm lifting your arm" — just to give him something to focus on. It helps Rosso to focus, too, because he thinks he's four seconds from a mental breakdown.]
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His arms and legs feel like jelly after that workout, but he forces himself to keep walking just a bit longer. Just enough so that he can get the med kit out and drag it back to bed. Ordinarily, he'd give Adrian a bath, but Rosso doesn't think he can lift the guy into the tub. This isn't like the last time Adrian was injured, where it was light enough to be romantically washed off in their stupid little tub. His boyfriend is fucking dying. Rosso doesn't know if he's stable or not.]
I'm gonna bandage you up.
[He'll talk while he's doing it. Tell Adrian what he's doing — "I'm lifting your arm" — just to give him something to focus on. It helps Rosso to focus, too, because he thinks he's four seconds from a mental breakdown.]