Damon was more talkative than usual which suited Alex just fine. Mysterious silence never really impressed him very much. His cloth got a fresh pouring of plain old water for now. As he removed bits of caked on blood, he could see the wounds underneath where blood was plating together already to heal.
He averted his eyes when Damon took another pull from the bag. Alex could hear the bag collapsing on itself as Damon drank.
"Maybe we knew each other," he commented, but he also doubted it. When Damon shifted, Alex took note. He ignored Damon's question and instead moved, pressing against Damon's shoulder. "Turn over for me," he instructed, his tone different from normal. This was his paramedic tone. Calm, patient, not too concerned, but not unkind. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a pair of gloves. He'd seen that face before. This wasn't good.