[Sean's not unwilling to go fishing for the kit, but Connor's right, they can't fix it now. They have to wait. He gets the napkins against the wound, doing his best to stanch the blood without pressing down too hard. Jesus. Jesus Christ. What if they're being followed still? God, Jesus, if they were smart enough to put guys in his building, then they might be smart enough to have cars on the road.
Being paranoid feels terrible, but there's nothing Sean can do about it except hold those napkins in place, and soak up the blood coming out of him.]
Jesus. Jesus. I had such a bad feeling walking in there. I knew something was wrong. The Lord might as well have sent an angel down to tell me there was death waiting, and I just- if you hadn't seen it...
[Sean would be dead. Absolutely dead. All because he didn't want to leave his fucking books behind or his clothes or the other stupid little things he thought were important. None of it was worth dying over...]
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[Sean's not unwilling to go fishing for the kit, but Connor's right, they can't fix it now. They have to wait. He gets the napkins against the wound, doing his best to stanch the blood without pressing down too hard. Jesus. Jesus Christ. What if they're being followed still? God, Jesus, if they were smart enough to put guys in his building, then they might be smart enough to have cars on the road.
Being paranoid feels terrible, but there's nothing Sean can do about it except hold those napkins in place, and soak up the blood coming out of him.]
Jesus. Jesus. I had such a bad feeling walking in there. I knew something was wrong. The Lord might as well have sent an angel down to tell me there was death waiting, and I just- if you hadn't seen it...
[Sean would be dead. Absolutely dead. All because he didn't want to leave his fucking books behind or his clothes or the other stupid little things he thought were important. None of it was worth dying over...]