( she decides midway through her rummaging of the kits that it's probably not the best time to be picky โ she's not exactly a nurse, so trying to deduct what he'd need from them and what he wouldn't was fruitless. after she's cleared one bathroom, she resolves for just scooping up the rest of them, grabbing a few darker towels from the linens that she knows won't be missed, and she's hurrying back down the stairs, feet padding as lightly as possible, just as she hears him mumble out for her.
even if she isn't medically trained, she knows enough that if he loses consciousness now, there's a high chance he'll end up going into a coma โ and honestly, the last thing any of them can deal with right now is a max 2.0 โ no pressure. )
I'm here. ( she assures, letting the first aid kits tumble to the floor as she kneels beside the couch and him, popping one open to grab one of the small sets of scissors. ) We're not going to let that happen, okay? ( she finds those glossy set of hues as she says it, and if she lacks any confidence, she doesn't let him see it. )
We have to find out where the bleeding's coming from. ( she's talking him through it, engaging him for what she can. with a slow exhale she gives a brief nod, before she's carefully pulling apart the knot that'd been fastened with her jacket around his midsection. she doesn't waste any time finding scissors at the hem of his shirt, splicing a clean cut upward rather than fussing to try and get him to sit upright to remove the layers.
when she's able to peel the fabric off to the side, she's met with an array of wounds so close together she can hardly tell where one begins and ends, if there's any bit of untouched skin left. but she keeps moving, dousing some peroxide in one of the small cloths she'd brought down. ) This is going to stingโ ( a warning, similar to when she'd wound her jacket around him back in those woods, before she's blotting at the sites as delicately as possible, gauze prepared at her ankles. )
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even if she isn't medically trained, she knows enough that if he loses consciousness now, there's a high chance he'll end up going into a coma โ and honestly, the last thing any of them can deal with right now is a max 2.0 โ no pressure. )
I'm here. ( she assures, letting the first aid kits tumble to the floor as she kneels beside the couch and him, popping one open to grab one of the small sets of scissors. ) We're not going to let that happen, okay? ( she finds those glossy set of hues as she says it, and if she lacks any confidence, she doesn't let him see it. )
We have to find out where the bleeding's coming from. ( she's talking him through it, engaging him for what she can. with a slow exhale she gives a brief nod, before she's carefully pulling apart the knot that'd been fastened with her jacket around his midsection. she doesn't waste any time finding scissors at the hem of his shirt, splicing a clean cut upward rather than fussing to try and get him to sit upright to remove the layers.
when she's able to peel the fabric off to the side, she's met with an array of wounds so close together she can hardly tell where one begins and ends, if there's any bit of untouched skin left. but she keeps moving, dousing some peroxide in one of the small cloths she'd brought down. ) This is going to stingโ ( a warning, similar to when she'd wound her jacket around him back in those woods, before she's blotting at the sites as delicately as possible, gauze prepared at her ankles. )