[Catching his breath after the actions, Nate gives a nod and moves to push himself back up. ] Doctor's orders? Don't think I want to argue with something like that.

[It takes awhile because it's mostly Nate fussing and saying he doesn't need a bandage here or there but he gives in because Harry probably does have more knowledge in medicine than Nate does (Sully and Elena treating his wounds sounds about right and he can stop bleeding, but that's about it).

Once they're done, the hours pass and he doesn't know how but Flynn's sitting back against him and Nate's knees are up on either side of the Brit as he leans over, messing with the other's hair. There's a small sound of distaste as he tries to crack through the gel slicking the Brit's hair back. He shifts and rests his chin on the top of Harry's head, exhales.]

So what're you really scared of, Flynn? [It's a stupid conversation.] I know it's not tiny purse dogs.