[ carefully, gently, with his free hand he coaxes quentin's head forward, just a little so the blood doesn't run down his throat, and then he reaches for the bag too. clearly done this enough times by the way he takes a couple of those little gauze patches and rolls them up into a little cylinder, presses it and twists it between his fingers to make sure the tip is tapered, and murmurs a soft apology. this part's gonna hurt too. ]
[ both hands on quentin's face now, david pinches the bridge of his nose between a thumb and a forefinger — not hard, but firm enough to keep it in place — and he ducks his head so he can watch what he's doing as he slowly pushes that little gauze bullet up into quentin's nostril. winces a little when he hits some resistance in the form of whatever the fuck happened to his nose before, and twists it slowly to help push it through. just keep going until it's seated good and snug up there. ]
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[ carefully, gently, with his free hand he coaxes quentin's head forward, just a little so the blood doesn't run down his throat, and then he reaches for the bag too. clearly done this enough times by the way he takes a couple of those little gauze patches and rolls them up into a little cylinder, presses it and twists it between his fingers to make sure the tip is tapered, and murmurs a soft apology. this part's gonna hurt too. ]
[ both hands on quentin's face now, david pinches the bridge of his nose between a thumb and a forefinger — not hard, but firm enough to keep it in place — and he ducks his head so he can watch what he's doing as he slowly pushes that little gauze bullet up into quentin's nostril. winces a little when he hits some resistance in the form of whatever the fuck happened to his nose before, and twists it slowly to help push it through. just keep going until it's seated good and snug up there. ]