[As badly as he wants to insist that Peter not worry, part of Kurt knows that isn't going to be possible. He's obviously bleeding now, red seeping between the press of his fingers, and it doesn't look like it will stop on it's own.]
Don't throw up, [he teases between a sigh and a hiss after the breath is released.
Nevertheless, Nightcrawler continues on, blinking through the slight haze in his vision. That is, until his feet are suddenly leaving the ground from Peter sweeping him off them. His arms instinctively reach out and loop around the speedster's shoulders, eyes widening with bafflement. He's right-- it hurts like a bitch, but the blue boy's distracted enough that his only response is a quivering breath and then:]
P-Peter, what are you doing? [And no, that wasn't a yelp.]
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Don't throw up, [he teases between a sigh and a hiss after the breath is released.
Nevertheless, Nightcrawler continues on, blinking through the slight haze in his vision. That is, until his feet are suddenly leaving the ground from Peter sweeping him off them. His arms instinctively reach out and loop around the speedster's shoulders, eyes widening with bafflement. He's right-- it hurts like a bitch, but the blue boy's distracted enough that his only response is a quivering breath and then:]
P-Peter, what are you doing? [And no, that wasn't a yelp.]