[Tate's happy to lower his phone, the whole one handed typing gig more effort than it's worth. The screen's fucked and he just lets his hand sit next to him, holding on to the screen until it dims. It's not that much later, he thinks, that Derek arrives in a flurry of coaxing red and Tate looks up at him like a moth to the flame. His lips part and he's entranced for a moment before looking down to Derek's extended arm and reaching out with his good hand to take it. Then, because he only did that on reflex, he lets go.]
I don't know. I just - One second I was up there the next I wasn't. I don't know how long I was out but, ah. My arm's fucked. If it's broken, I just need help setting it. It'll heal fast, I just... I just can't do it on my own.
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[Tate's happy to lower his phone, the whole one handed typing gig more effort than it's worth. The screen's fucked and he just lets his hand sit next to him, holding on to the screen until it dims. It's not that much later, he thinks, that Derek arrives in a flurry of coaxing red and Tate looks up at him like a moth to the flame. His lips part and he's entranced for a moment before looking down to Derek's extended arm and reaching out with his good hand to take it. Then, because he only did that on reflex, he lets go.]
I don't know. I just - One second I was up there the next I wasn't. I don't know how long I was out but, ah. My arm's fucked. If it's broken, I just need help setting it. It'll heal fast, I just... I just can't do it on my own.