Nate looked up, a little taken aback. He took a deep breath, lifting her shirt up to get a better look at her wound. "I trust you too." He said gently. He knew this couldn't feel any better than any time he'd gotten hurt. He looked up to her, idly taking the top off the bottle of whiskey. "I'm sorry." He said quickly and quietly, holding the gauze up to her wound and then drizzling some of the whiskey over it, not into it. He'd done that a time or two and it sucked. More than the rest of it. He put the whiskey down and held the gauze on it gently. Alcohol did help numb it. At least a little. He grabbed the threaded needle, dousing it in alcohol too, and then he moved the gauze.

Tempe tilted her head up at him for the apology, a hazy look in her eyes. "Why?" She asked quietly, hissing slightly once the alcohol hit her skin. It did not feel good in the slightest. After, she calmed down slightly and watched him thread his needle. "Oh, no... Nate, I don't want..." She paused and looked at him with the most *do I have to?* face there was. She looked down as he moved the gauze, frowning at the ugly wound under it and then looking back up at him.

"I think its only reasonable after yknow. All the times you saved my ass." He said with a slight laugh. He did a slight double take as she looked at the needle. "Yes, you do. i don't wanna throw the belt back on you. More permanent solution so long as you don't move much." He said hoping to lighten the mood at least a little with his tone. "I'll be fast, I promise." He looked up at her, apologetic eyes tracing her face before he looked back down. It took his all of thirty seconds- unconsecutively- to sew all that needed stitches. Quick hands with skill. He looked up at her taking the cup of water and getting another gauze pad wet to clean her side so he could put a bandage on it. "I'm almost done." He said softly, looking up at her with a faint smile.

"I do that, yeah.." Tempe grinned halfheartedly, frowning at him as he tried to speak logic. She made a noise sort of between a whine and a groan at his reasoning, rolling her eyes faintly. "Not fast enough." She muttered, huffing up at him through her somewhat ragged breathing. She didn't feel much, but it was enough to give her a sort of nasty expression as she looked at him. She watched him once he finished, glancing down at her stitched side. "I look like... Frankenstein." She muttered, giggling faintly at her own stupidity and forcing herself to stop before the laughter turned to a coughing fit. She looked up at him with a faint smile and nodded. "Okay." She said calmly, looking at the ceiling for a few moments and focusing on her breathing- which was getting better by the moment, at least.

He smiled up at her, grabbing the medical tape and a quite bandage pad. "Frankenstein lived didn't he?" He glared, then looked back down at his work, gently taping the pad to her side. Tight-ish. He looked a little put off by the coughing fit but he figured she would be alright if he left it as it was. He flipped her shirt back down. "Alright, you should probably get some sleep, Tempe." He stepped over all the stuff and put his arms under her, moving her as gently as he could manage, away from the pool of her own blood. He swept the blanket out from under and gently dropped it over top of her.

"He was made of... dead people." Tempe said indignantly, smiling at him slightly. "I was planning on running... a marathon, actually." She muttered, not bothered by the rest of his medical probing. She wrapped her arms around him as he picked her up, wincing slightly and laying her head on his chest. She settled gently when he put her down, relaxing into the mattress as she looked up at him. "Thanks, doc." She joked halfheartedly.

"Well technically so are you." He smiled teasingly. He glanced down at her as he moved off. "I'd like to see you try." He knelt down and started to pick up the miss he'd made. He took the whiskey and the metal case with his first aid and put the case on the table but tucked the bottle in the bag. Without having a sip. He same back and picked up what was on the floor, putting the pain meds on the table. He looked at the bloody shirt. He'd probably end up burning it or something. He wrapped up everything else blood covered and tosed it by the demon. Doing some kind of "oo shiny" double take. He walked over and picked up the knife. He was examining it mostly as he walked into the bathroom to clean himself off. So he cleaned the blade off too. 'Cause why not keep it? The demon wasn't gonna need it.

"Only one." Tempe smiled, watching him move around. "I could." She answered, huffing slightly. "Just... won't." She joked, a little smile painting her face when he did nothing with the whiskey but put it away. Her eyes traveled over the little murder scene all around with a wince at the fact that she had caused it. She got more nervous as he went farther away, specifically into the bathroom where she couldnt see him. She hated being alone when she was hurt- especially this severely.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "I'll believe it when I see it." He said sarcastically. It didn't take him too long to wash the blood off his hands, just more on his shirt. And his pants. And everything else on him. Somehow in his hair too. He glared at himself in the mirror. "God I'm gonna need a shower." He said, walking out. He stabbed the golden blade into the table and walked off to the scene of the crime. He was busy and his mind seemed to be off of anything stressful. But internally he was incredibly frustrated. He had almost gotten Temperance killed because of his ignorance. It didn't take him too long to ..dispose of the day's activities outside. And then he came back in and looked at her. He looked around. Needing to keep busy he quietly cleaned.

"Shuddup." Tempe grinned at him, fiddling gently with her necklace as she waited for him to come out of the bathroom. She brightened when he walked out. "Don't you always?" She mocked, blinking as he slammed the golden blade into the table. She frowned at it, giving a small sigh and shuffling away from it slightly. She hated death blades. She sat, anxiously waiting for him to come back once he went outside. When he did, she continued to watch him, tilting her head as he kept cleaning. "I'm not gonna... sleep, if you keep... buzzing around." She huffed.