[ Gamora nods without protest this time, pushing herself up enough to pluck up the bottle and her water. She manages to swallow a pill and a couple mouthfuls of water, before she sets it all aside again.
When she looks back up at the blood bag, she can see the tube clearing, and she finally reaches for the IV. She doesn’t flinch as she pulls the tubing free, and she grabs a few tissues from the nightstand to wrap around the bloodied end.
Not the most sanitary option, but triage leaves little room for being fussy.
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When she looks back up at the blood bag, she can see the tube clearing, and she finally reaches for the IV. She doesn’t flinch as she pulls the tubing free, and she grabs a few tissues from the nightstand to wrap around the bloodied end.
Not the most sanitary option, but triage leaves little room for being fussy.
She holds her hand out for the empty bag. ]
I can take care of it.