I will forgive but NEVER FORGET.
"Heh, I know it. Too good to be fucking true, yeah? I get that a lot, cariño." He was much more distracted with the wound than anything else, so wasn't really looking at the smaller man's face. Still, he was listening, and nodded in response to Tom's chatter. Está bien. That's what I like to hear."
A bite wouldn't have deterred him from trying to treat the guy, but it was a relief to know that it wasn't an issue. He didn't have a trailer set up back at the Dog Park that would work for quarantine, and had no idea which of the city shelters took in bite victims. There'd been a post about one doing so on the freenet, but fuck if he could remember. There was already a makeshift attempt at a bandage, but a t-shirt wasn't going to be enough. He'd need to get his full gear bag. For someone of his size, clothes were a pain in the ass to replace, but Marcus decided to shrug off his own outer shirt and donate it to the immediate cause.
"Hold firm here and here," he instructed, reaching out to reposition Tom's hands over the wound with the newly added fabric while the smaller man explained what happened. Fucking raiders. Couldn't just rob a guy. Had to get creative about it. Marcus hoped to hell that it hadn't been one of the Hellhounds, but didn't have time to ask before being distracted with another statement.
Don't I know you...? Marcus prided himself on being memorable, and didn't really get mistaken for others, so if there was recognition there, that mattered. There were only so many people he'd met on the road.
There was also only so much time that could be wasted before someone bled out from an abdominal wound, so Marcus forced his head back onto the task at hand. "I'll be back in a second," he said. "Be quiet, breathe, and hold firm, yeah?"
He didn't wait for a response before hustling over to the bike, long legs making quick work of the alley, mind racing even as he straddled the motorcycle and flicked on the engine to ride it back the short distance. Where could they have met, before? That they'd both ended up here meant it had to have been fairly recent, which left all of one option.
After parking closer to the dumpster, Marcus positioned the bike so that the headlight was shining on Tom. The face was pained and pale but definitely vaguely familiar. He dismounted, unstrapped his medical bag, and returned to the patient's side with more mixed feelings than before. His tone of voice was low, cautious. "Last I saw you was with Dugger's crew. He do this to you?"