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Things passed in a blur from the time of the rescue to the moment Chris woke up in a hospital bed. The beeping of the machines he noticed first, the guy beside the bed came next and caused more of a shock given he did not know him whatsoever. Groaning softly, he tried to push himself up into a seated position but exhaustion clung to him like a vice and he barely managed to lift an arm up. Not the most reassuring thing, even less so when there were so many he needed to get out there and help to save.
Hunters were growing out of control and they needed to do something quickly to stop them.
Fumbling fingers tried to reach out for the glass of water he spied on the nightstand beside him. A nicer room than he had ever been in before, which also made him curious.
"W-who are you?" Chris rasped out, voice sounding so foreign to his own ears but he knew the close call he just made it through. Closer than ever before, actually. "What - happened?"
Bascomb has been sitting there long enough to doze a little, the exertion of the hours spent fighting the blaze catching up with him. But he wakes quickly at the signs of consciousness from the man in the bed.
"Hey, hold up there, now." His tone is soft and tinged with the fluid lilt of the Southern mountains, as he admonishes the man into stillness and picks up the glass for him. There's a straw lying next to it, left there by the nurse, and Bascomb drops it into the water before moving to lean over the bed and hold the drink for him. "Take it slow, you got a lungful of smoke and ash. Lucky you didn't get worse."
The man doesn't smell like a wolf, so it's unclear what the hell he was doing out in the woods when he should have evacuated, but that's a question for another time. "Bascomb Payne. I'm a smokejumper; my team was out there fighting the fire when you wandering out of the trees and practically fell at our feet."
Deciding to comply for once, he let the guy fuss with the water and offer it to him, making sure to not drink too fast or too much at once. He had been injured enough in his life to know how to care for himself in the aftermath. Having someone else there to help being a drastic change from the usual state of his life. Why, though? The guy really didn't have to stay to wait for him to wake up when the nurses when have informed him if he woke up or not. The latter being far too close this time around.
"Thank you for saving me," Chris rasped out, voice still thin from all the smoke he inhaled. Settling back on the bed, he tried to piece together things in his foggy mind. There were so many things just out of his reach but he knew he needed to heal quicker to get back out there. The trail from the hunter group would be lost soon and he couldn't let that happen when they were torturing too many. Even going as far as killing kids.
"Were - are the others safe? There were two groups in the woods out there," Chris continued, exhaustion already yanking at him. He had gotten too old for all of this. "There were some children...."
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Hunters were growing out of control and they needed to do something quickly to stop them.
Fumbling fingers tried to reach out for the glass of water he spied on the nightstand beside him. A nicer room than he had ever been in before, which also made him curious.
"W-who are you?" Chris rasped out, voice sounding so foreign to his own ears but he knew the close call he just made it through. Closer than ever before, actually. "What - happened?"
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"Hey, hold up there, now." His tone is soft and tinged with the fluid lilt of the Southern mountains, as he admonishes the man into stillness and picks up the glass for him. There's a straw lying next to it, left there by the nurse, and Bascomb drops it into the water before moving to lean over the bed and hold the drink for him. "Take it slow, you got a lungful of smoke and ash. Lucky you didn't get worse."
The man doesn't smell like a wolf, so it's unclear what the hell he was doing out in the woods when he should have evacuated, but that's a question for another time. "Bascomb Payne. I'm a smokejumper; my team was out there fighting the fire when you wandering out of the trees and practically fell at our feet."
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"Thank you for saving me," Chris rasped out, voice still thin from all the smoke he inhaled. Settling back on the bed, he tried to piece together things in his foggy mind. There were so many things just out of his reach but he knew he needed to heal quicker to get back out there. The trail from the hunter group would be lost soon and he couldn't let that happen when they were torturing too many. Even going as far as killing kids.
"Were - are the others safe? There were two groups in the woods out there," Chris continued, exhaustion already yanking at him. He had gotten too old for all of this. "There were some children...."