The apologetic tone in his voice doesn't escape her and her brow furrows a little. "Good," she tells him, trying to reinforce that it was the right decision for him to bring help with him.
She whimpers a little bit when he leans down to inspect her wound. She's not used to being hurt like this. Only the shock right now is keeping her from breaking down. From falling completely to pieces.
The shock, and the hope of knowing that help was coming.
They're here now. She tries to tell herself the worst is over but she doesn't really believe it. Sometimes it seems like the worst is over, but it's really just beginning.
She can't show him that kind of fear, though. It wouldn't be fair to him, and after everything he's done to help her, she thinks it might hurt him to see her scared. He's stoic. She can barely make out an expression on his face. But actions speak louder than words.
"Like... all this stuff. Treating injuries. Are you, like, Special Ops or something?"
Seeing the towel soaking in disinfectant makes her stomach tighten. Maddy is suddenly acutely aware of the pain in her arm. Of all the blood. She's never been squeamish about blood, but she's also never been cut this bad before.
"O-Okay," she says. Voice uncharacteristically shaking. She takes a deep breath and takes the roll. Usually, she would say ew, she's not going to bite down on some old towel that she doesn't even know where it's been... but she knows this isn't the time. Not right now. Not here.
She looks away from the wound on her arm, and closes her eyes. Watching it will remind her of what's happening. It'll make it worse.
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The apologetic tone in his voice doesn't escape her and her brow furrows a little. "Good," she tells him, trying to reinforce that it was the right decision for him to bring help with him.
She whimpers a little bit when he leans down to inspect her wound. She's not used to being hurt like this. Only the shock right now is keeping her from breaking down. From falling completely to pieces.
The shock, and the hope of knowing that help was coming.
They're here now. She tries to tell herself the worst is over but she doesn't really believe it. Sometimes it seems like the worst is over, but it's really just beginning.
She can't show him that kind of fear, though. It wouldn't be fair to him, and after everything he's done to help her, she thinks it might hurt him to see her scared. He's stoic. She can barely make out an expression on his face. But actions speak louder than words.
"Like... all this stuff. Treating injuries. Are you, like, Special Ops or something?"
Seeing the towel soaking in disinfectant makes her stomach tighten. Maddy is suddenly acutely aware of the pain in her arm. Of all the blood. She's never been squeamish about blood, but she's also never been cut this bad before.
"O-Okay," she says. Voice uncharacteristically shaking. She takes a deep breath and takes the roll. Usually, she would say ew, she's not going to bite down on some old towel that she doesn't even know where it's been... but she knows this isn't the time. Not right now. Not here.
She looks away from the wound on her arm, and closes her eyes. Watching it will remind her of what's happening. It'll make it worse.