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Clint grunts. “W’s it?” He forces out, trying to cover.
“It’s fine,” Nat reports, sitting back up as sudden dread makes her stomach jolt. “I have to—“
“No—“
“Yeah, hold still,” Nat says, trying to explain while she locates the field kit. “There’s low viz. Get ready to lose circulation in your arm…”
“Stay down. Stay quiet.” Clint pulls his jacket open to shield Nat’s body and tries flopping back on top to pin her arms. “You’re gonna get shot next—“
“Yes, sir, I will perform field medicine in the missionary position,” Nat grumbles, wedging with her knees to make enough space to open the bag and find the tourniquet.
“Nat—“ A low, gurgly cough seems to swallow Clint’s next words.
“Yeah, I don’t think you realize how much blood you’ve lost.” Nat has to reach around Clint’s head to wrap the band into his armpit and yank it toward his neck.
Series
- Part 14 of Creedless Assassins