[ His lips thin into an unhappy line. Peter's pretty sure he hasn't done anything out of the ordinary, or at least, nothing beyond what a sane, decent person in his shoes would have done. He's not entirely sure how to respond.
The bag is nearly drained, though, and he should probably think of a better way to get rid of it than ditching it in the kitchen trash. ]
You should take one of those painkillers and get some sleep.
[ 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.
[ He winces a little as she frees the tubing from her arm, as she does a haphazard job of cleaning it up. At her request, he starts to hand it over on instinct, but he thinks better of it half a blink later, pulling back. ]
Put it in with the trash already present, then take all of it to the waste disposal outside. They’ll take it with the all the other garbage, and it should go unnoticed.
[ It’s inconspicuous enough that people shouldn’t find it going through things on a surface level. Even if the police were somehow involved eventually, it would be a proverbial needle in a haystack to find amidst all the waste from one of the biggest hotels in the city. ]
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The bag is nearly drained, though, and he should probably think of a better way to get rid of it than ditching it in the kitchen trash. ]
You should take one of those painkillers and get some sleep.
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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.
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Just tell me what to do with it.
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There are trash bags under the sink in the kitchen. Put it in at least two, then make sure you wash your hands.
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[ Double-bag it. Sounds simple enough. ]
Then what? 'Cause I'm guessing I shouldn't just toss it with the other trash.
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[ It’s inconspicuous enough that people shouldn’t find it going through things on a surface level. Even if the police were somehow involved eventually, it would be a proverbial needle in a haystack to find amidst all the waste from one of the biggest hotels in the city. ]
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So he should toss it with the other trash. ]
... Right.
Okay. I'll take care of it. Just— get some rest.