[ 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. ]
[ Soft apology from David, soft cursing from Quentin--just a flick of his lip against his teeth, breath held like it'll stop the pain. It doesn't. ] S-smooth. You're a real--a real professional. What, uh--what next
[ He can talk through it, but he can't think past it. ]
[ genuine enquiry, head tilted to the side a little to keep an eye on how quentin's holding up. it's been some time for david, but he remembers packing a broken nose is fucking painful, uncomfortable as hell, and you can't even breathe right. if he wanted to leave it with the one nostril, david wouldn't blame him. ]
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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. ]
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[ He can talk through it, but he can't think past it. ]
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[ genuine enquiry, head tilted to the side a little to keep an eye on how quentin's holding up. it's been some time for david, but he remembers packing a broken nose is fucking painful, uncomfortable as hell, and you can't even breathe right. if he wanted to leave it with the one nostril, david wouldn't blame him. ]
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Yeah. Yeah, okay.
[ It's a learning experience, he assures himself as he fiddles for another wad of gauze. ] Thanks. For. Yeah. Thanks.