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daryl had known it was only a matter of time before someone found him, a slight exhale escaping him -- blue gaze shifting over toward the hunter, meeting blue eyes lighter than his own. ❝ it ain't that bad, ❞ he argues instinctively, before chewing at his lower lip - a low sigh escaping him a moment later, moving his vest and shirt out of the way so chris can see the gash on his side.

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chan gives a dimpled smile , his head tipping to the side . ❝ she definitely knows how to get the ball rolling when she wants to . ❞ he offers a hand , nose scrunching when he smiles wider . ❝ nice to meet you , mate . i'm chan . or chris , if you wanna use that . ❞

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"Come on... please..." Stiles kept saying as he held the others hand, keeping it secure in his own as he gently pressed his lips to it fingers. "You're not allowed to leave me... okay?" He continued, trying not to break down again. He would do this everyday, not missing being by the others side for a single second. Stiles isn't sure how long it's been since the other had gone into a coma as he sat beside his bedside once again, holding the others hand in his. "Please... Chris... I can't keep going about my life without you."

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wolves going into comas are rare ---- especially the sort of werewolf that chan is . it's been a couple months , and the toll is taking it's effect on the group as a whole as well as their fans - but none more so than stiles .

chan doesn't even remember what had happened when he finally comes to , disoriented and sluggish as his eyes flutter open . his voice is hoarse when he speaks , blinking at stiles next to his bed . ❝ stiles . . . ? ❞

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daryl bites back the urge to give a childish roll of his eyes , though the slightest breath of a scoff escapes him at chris' words -- though the archer is well-aware that they come from a place of concern . ❝ yeah , yeah . ❞ the archer makes a slight face at the sting of the needle going through already irritated skin ---- but he stays still otherwise , used to it . ❝ ya m'pa now ? ❞ he grouses , though it comes off as more teasing than anything .

"Doesn't matter what you've dealt with. The wrong injury could lead you to death. You need to be more careful." He said as he made sure it was cleaned up well before he's patching it up by stitching it and then bandaging him. "Also tell me next time you're injured. got it?"

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❝ dealt with worse, ❞ the archer murmurs, not having too much of a reaction toward any PAIN from the gash being cleaned. a lifetime of getting hurt, even before the apocalypse - has made it easier for him to compartmentalize things.

He watched him, getting the rag he made sure stayed clean, wet, moving to gently dab along the gash before using just a little bit of force to try and clean it. "You really should have said you were hurt earlier. This might get infected now." He said as he looked at him.

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daryl chews at his lower lip a little, in the same spot that he always does - where he has a rough spot. the archer gingerly slips out of his vest and shirt once he's sat, moving his arm out of the way for chris.

"Not that serious, hm?" He raised his brows before he's shaking his head, looking the wound over as he pulled out some aid kit he managed to pick up. "Sit down." He said as he moved him to a tree trunk, getting out a water bottle he specifically keeps for injuries to clean. "Take your shirt off."