"Did you really want my drunk ass out there with you?" McCoy asks incredulously, getting the last of the wound sewn up as he turns to find some ointment to put on that'll keep it from itching. "Cuz, I gotta tell you, kid, you would've been hauling back a lot more than just a cut from a tree. I'm no good, okay," is all he says, roughly.
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Date: 2011-07-01 02:09 am (UTC)