. continued with @foxofthewildhunt from here
Buck had his hoodie in his hands, scrunched up and ready to put it on top of the injury that was just gushing blood - if only Cash would stop trying to get away from him like nothing was happening. Buck had his training screaming in the back of his head that he needed to stop the bleeding, make sure to keep the wound clean, but he couldn’t do anything before Cash was walking away.
He let out a quiet huff when the other just stumbled away until he dropped onto the bench, and Buck reached to sit next to him. “So help me god, if you say you’re fine one more time, I’m gonna lose it,” he warned him, raising the hoodie. “Can I please just help you now?”

















