[ She knows what to do, or at least what she thinks she's supposed to do, trembling fingers ripping fabric into thinner strips. Scarf long enough that it makes for a decent length makeshift bandage. Enough for now, until they can stumble their way towards the nearest med-hypo and jab it deep. ]
I'd offer to burn the wound closed but... [ Too risky, especially running empty. Then there is the chance she might do more than burn the wound closed, can't risk that, won't risk that. Idiot means too much to lose. Besides it would take too much concentration, of which she has none at the moment.
Frankly she's surprised she can manage to take his bloody hand and press her makeshift bandage against the would, tugging him off the wall to lean against her chest in a haphazard attempt to wrap it tight. Stop the bleeding, that's the first stop, stop the bleeding. ]
Alright, it should hold long enough to scrounge up a hypo or two. You think you're gonna hang there, tiger?
[ His hands have that shiver shake - the one that comes from bleeding out, but he knows better from needing a bottle. That wearing out feeling that makes each breath painful, his head swimming. His pride doesn't much like how easy he moves in her hands, like a children's toy - but it's apt. Coughs weak as she tips him forward, taste's blood in his mouth that heavies up from his lung.
Grunts into her shoulder in response to the pain of the wound being braced. Maybe it's exactly what he thinks of the idea of having his wound closed. He trusted her, sure, but he knew sometimes he knew her powers weren't exactly in her control. ]
Think I can manage that. [ He settles back, and his hands drop from her, for all he's still tucked into her side. ] You?
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I'd offer to burn the wound closed but... [ Too risky, especially running empty. Then there is the chance she might do more than burn the wound closed, can't risk that, won't risk that. Idiot means too much to lose. Besides it would take too much concentration, of which she has none at the moment.
Frankly she's surprised she can manage to take his bloody hand and press her makeshift bandage against the would, tugging him off the wall to lean against her chest in a haphazard attempt to wrap it tight. Stop the bleeding, that's the first stop, stop the bleeding. ]
Alright, it should hold long enough to scrounge up a hypo or two. You think you're gonna hang there, tiger?
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Grunts into her shoulder in response to the pain of the wound being braced. Maybe it's exactly what he thinks of the idea of having his wound closed. He trusted her, sure, but he knew sometimes he knew her powers weren't exactly in her control. ]
Think I can manage that. [ He settles back, and his hands drop from her, for all he's still tucked into her side. ] You?