Careful— ...mm. I'll see if I can't find a replacement later...
[ hooking her fingers carefully into the collar of his shirt, on the side away from his injured shoulder so as to jar it as little as possible when she rips it straight open down the front
...blinking at her handiwork and pinking, slightly, although between her mismatched skin and the lower light it might be difficult to tell... ]
[ still better than grubby fingers! and easier to clean.
the fading sound of his voice sets off a panic button in the back of her head, though. he's only human (she thinks), and one already healing from nasty injuries; this could kill him. will kill him if she makes the wrong sort of mistake.
...she's not sure how things came to this, that it mattered.
shuffling forward, nearly straddling him, and holding one arm up to his face]
This is going to hurt like Hell. Bite down on my arm if you have to, but don't bite your own tongue.
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Ah...
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Ah?
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[ pointing. ]
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oops]
Right...
[heads back to her side]
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...steeling herself, and offering him her hand ]
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Are you sure?
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...It's fine. Just hold on to my wrist; I can't grip properly unless I'm watching what I'm doing.
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gently going to lead him back to his own squat like that ]
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Go sit down... Your first aid was in your bag, wasn't it?
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It is.
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...that bullet is going to have to come out.
[ cautious, trying to gauge his reaction ]
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[he may have thought it was magic.]
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[ scooting over, still cautious ]
You didn't know how guns work?
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I'm from very far away.
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I wouldn't have guessed. Ah...
...can you. Um. Can you take your shirt off? Or should I...
[ ... makes a sort of ripping gesture ]
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...You'll have to, I think.
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[ hooking her fingers carefully into the collar of his shirt, on the side away from his injured shoulder so as to jar it as little as possible when she rips it straight open down the front
...blinking at her handiwork and pinking, slightly, although between her mismatched skin and the lower light it might be difficult to tell... ]
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It's hard for him to make out her blush, though, especially when his vision is getting fuzzy at the edges.]
Don't worry about that...
[kind of vaguely. ps that wound is fucking intense.]
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Ah— try to stay with me. Even if you'd rather you didn't.
[ please tell her his first aid kit has tweezers or something to go in after that bullet, her fingers are filthy... ]
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I will.
[faintly. he's. clearly struggling.]
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the fading sound of his voice sets off a panic button in the back of her head, though. he's only human (she thinks), and one already healing from nasty injuries; this could kill him. will kill him if she makes the wrong sort of mistake.
...she's not sure how things came to this, that it mattered.
shuffling forward, nearly straddling him, and holding one arm up to his face]
This is going to hurt like Hell. Bite down on my arm if you have to, but don't bite your own tongue.
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