[ Dean cups his hand with his own, and slowly starts working on it. He tosses the old gauze, laying out everything he needs. There's burn cream, icy-cold and he's careful to rub that in where he can, the smell awful. ]
Doubt it'll like that. It doesn't seem...dumb, exactly.
[ It ought to be able to be taught. ]
We'll get a newspaper and some squirt guns. It'll be great.
[ Dean finishes wrapping it, and casts a wry smile at him. ]
How're you holdin' up, man. We ought to get you sitting down, those pills are gonna hit like a truck.
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[ Dean cups his hand with his own, and slowly starts working on it. He tosses the old gauze, laying out everything he needs. There's burn cream, icy-cold and he's careful to rub that in where he can, the smell awful. ]
Doubt it'll like that. It doesn't seem...dumb, exactly.
[ It ought to be able to be taught. ]
We'll get a newspaper and some squirt guns. It'll be great.
[ Dean finishes wrapping it, and casts a wry smile at him. ]
How're you holdin' up, man. We ought to get you sitting down, those pills are gonna hit like a truck.