"Jesus fucking Christ," Dick snapped under his breath, blood prickling with anger.
He should have known better, anyway. Sure, he'd fallen into this teamwork sort of frame of mind, and the others had seemed to do so as well, but that didn't actually mean they were a team.
Dick stalked to the edge of the path and sat down beside Duo. Fuck Kisame and his fucking orders. A ten minute break might not help, but neither would attempting to march after the stupid blue moron.
He took a deep breath in an attempt to drag his temper in check. It was mostly pain, he knew that, and being ordered around. He hated being ordered around without reasons, without discussion, and not even in a battle field where it was necessary.
Fucker.
Obviously, his deep breath hadn't helped. He took another and did not watch Kisame's retreating back. He looked at Duo's bloody foot instead.
"I have bandages," he said, a hand going automatically to his pouch. "Medical tape. We can get it to stop bleeding." It was half suggestion, though he wasn't sure on what grounds Duo might refuse. Torture, PTSD grounds, maybe. In which case they'd be sitting there for a while.
Dick, at least, wasn't going to leave his fucking friends in the middle of fucking nowhere, or coerce them into moving.