It's noticeable the second the bullet's out. Immediately the sharp, constant sting of the metal against his flesh dulls considerably, making Gabriel breathe a heavy sigh with a whimper of relief. It still hurts, and getting out of the car when he eventually has to move again will hurt like hell, but at least now he doesn't have to worry about a surgeon removing the bullet later. He's heard one too many horror stories of silver bullets or improvised blades becoming trapped inside muscle or in bones, causing damage with every second and giving it's host agony. The purer the metal, the more painful and the more dangerous.
No, this had been the best option. And now it was over. And Will's not reacting badly to the wound bleeding heavily again. All things considered, that could have gone much worse.
He wants to tell Will that he needn't apologise. He was saving Gabriel a lot of pain in the near future by doing this for him when he didn't have to. Will could easily have walked away when they first came across one another, anyone else would have. Even the reassurance this time doesn't register as condescending. Christ, he's glad that's over.
Letting Will wrap the wound in gauze, he finally turns his great head round, ears coming forward as he nudges Will's shoulder once. It's all he can do to say 'thank you' or 'You didn't do too bad yourself.' Whatever Will's drink of choice is - if he drinks at all - he'll be getting a bottle of it. An expensive one. Fuck it, he doesn't use his money for much else, this is more than worth it.
Some time passes before Gabriel eventually lets himself fall asleep. It happens almost accidentally, as though he hadn't realised just how exhausted he was. But like most things, it doesn't last long. Dawn arrives only a short few hours later, and Gabriel's awaking suddenly to the tell-tale pains in his joints. Groggy from sleep, it takes another familiar twinge at the base of his spine to tell him he needs to move.
Thankfully Will left one of the back doors ajar, so Gabriel's clumsily heaves himself to his feet and all but falls out into the frigid morning air with a poorly concealed whimper. Maybe it was enough to wake up Will, hopefully it wasn't. Regardless, he was likely going to wake up in the next ten minutes or so.
This was the second part that he had been dreading, but at least Gabriel knows how long this will last. With the blanket between his teeth, he heads back into the forest, limping as quickly as he can until he has to stop and let the turn occur.
As expected, the bullet wound reopens in splendid fashion, but at least he knows he won't bleed out from it. Wrapping himself hurriedly in the blanket, Gabriel sits back against the nearest tree, head against the bark and his words forced through gritted teeth.
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No, this had been the best option. And now it was over. And Will's not reacting badly to the wound bleeding heavily again. All things considered, that could have gone much worse.
He wants to tell Will that he needn't apologise. He was saving Gabriel a lot of pain in the near future by doing this for him when he didn't have to. Will could easily have walked away when they first came across one another, anyone else would have. Even the reassurance this time doesn't register as condescending. Christ, he's glad that's over.
Letting Will wrap the wound in gauze, he finally turns his great head round, ears coming forward as he nudges Will's shoulder once. It's all he can do to say 'thank you' or 'You didn't do too bad yourself.' Whatever Will's drink of choice is - if he drinks at all - he'll be getting a bottle of it. An expensive one. Fuck it, he doesn't use his money for much else, this is more than worth it.
Some time passes before Gabriel eventually lets himself fall asleep. It happens almost accidentally, as though he hadn't realised just how exhausted he was. But like most things, it doesn't last long. Dawn arrives only a short few hours later, and Gabriel's awaking suddenly to the tell-tale pains in his joints. Groggy from sleep, it takes another familiar twinge at the base of his spine to tell him he needs to move.
Thankfully Will left one of the back doors ajar, so Gabriel's clumsily heaves himself to his feet and all but falls out into the frigid morning air with a poorly concealed whimper. Maybe it was enough to wake up Will, hopefully it wasn't. Regardless, he was likely going to wake up in the next ten minutes or so.
This was the second part that he had been dreading, but at least Gabriel knows how long this will last. With the blanket between his teeth, he heads back into the forest, limping as quickly as he can until he has to stop and let the turn occur.
As expected, the bullet wound reopens in splendid fashion, but at least he knows he won't bleed out from it. Wrapping himself hurriedly in the blanket, Gabriel sits back against the nearest tree, head against the bark and his words forced through gritted teeth.
"Jesus fucking Christ..."