( Peter knows full well there's no explaining it, no making the questions go away and certainly no avoiding the attention it'd gather from all the wrong people. he knows because he's been in the same position, when he doesn't quite hide the worst of his injuries. that doesn't make him any happier about it, though. he's not sure he's ever heard Matt use that tone of voice before, and even if he'd like to protest more, he doesn't. Matt is right, as much as he hates it. )
Just putting it out there, probably would have been a good idea to keep in touch with the nurse. ( because he is not a nurse. his idea of first aid is ramshackle at best because let's be honest, he doesn't really have to worry that much. he could ignore it and wake up perfectly fine. now that it is someone he cares about that could very well suffer if he doesn't do a good job, he wishes he had any clue what he was doing.
once he's found the kit, he's back, kneeling on the floor between Matt's legs and rifling through the kit with an abundance of nervous energy. he does stop to pinch the bridge of his nose at the idea Matt can focus his body back into one piece, though. Peter is not a mystical creature, his head runs on scientific rules and equations. he knows Matt believes that, but for his part, he can't. which only means he has to make sure the guy doesn't bleed out in front of him, and gets those stitches he needs, which provides absolutely no pressure to the situation, thanks for asking. ) Of course I texted you. I am always texting you.
( feels a little pathetic, now. he should have known from the silence that something was up — Matt always answered, when he could. the painful nothingness was a glaring clue, and he should have been doing something about it sooner. ) If I'm giving you stitches, you have to talk me through it. ( he feels dumb to have to ask, but he'd rather seem foolish than do it wrong. )
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Date: 2019-07-13 05:38 am (UTC)Just putting it out there, probably would have been a good idea to keep in touch with the nurse. ( because he is not a nurse. his idea of first aid is ramshackle at best because let's be honest, he doesn't really have to worry that much. he could ignore it and wake up perfectly fine. now that it is someone he cares about that could very well suffer if he doesn't do a good job, he wishes he had any clue what he was doing.
once he's found the kit, he's back, kneeling on the floor between Matt's legs and rifling through the kit with an abundance of nervous energy. he does stop to pinch the bridge of his nose at the idea Matt can focus his body back into one piece, though. Peter is not a mystical creature, his head runs on scientific rules and equations. he knows Matt believes that, but for his part, he can't. which only means he has to make sure the guy doesn't bleed out in front of him, and gets those stitches he needs, which provides absolutely no pressure to the situation, thanks for asking. ) Of course I texted you. I am always texting you.
( feels a little pathetic, now. he should have known from the silence that something was up — Matt always answered, when he could. the painful nothingness was a glaring clue, and he should have been doing something about it sooner. ) If I'm giving you stitches, you have to talk me through it. ( he feels dumb to have to ask, but he'd rather seem foolish than do it wrong. )