[ She says it flatly as she drops the ripped, bloodied shirt to the tile. She leans against the counter to get a look at the wound – a graze, far from the worst she's ever had, before she reaches out to take the gauze from Peter. She plucks out the disinfectant, unceremoniously wetting the gauze, and then proceeding to press it against the source of the bleeding.
She hisses out a short sound, a curse under her breath, but she stubbornly holds the dressing in place. ]
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[ She says it flatly as she drops the ripped, bloodied shirt to the tile. She leans against the counter to get a look at the wound – a graze, far from the worst she's ever had, before she reaches out to take the gauze from Peter. She plucks out the disinfectant, unceremoniously wetting the gauze, and then proceeding to press it against the source of the bleeding.
She hisses out a short sound, a curse under her breath, but she stubbornly holds the dressing in place. ]