"Well, you know, I heard looks can be deceiving."
There's humor in her voice despite the blood trickling around his fingers and down her bicep, despite the hell quickly taking over her hometown. An attempt to ease his nerves, even if it was a lame ass joke. Had the roles been reversed she would have rolled her eyes but when it came to matters of herself, well, no one in the medical field was ever known to be a good patient. There was always someone else who needed saving.
"I'll be okay," Tilting her head to meet his eyes, Alena placed a hand over his as they held her arm and gave a reassuring squeeze. He couldn't be any older than she was, was probably just as scared as she was. Hell, who wouldn't be after seeing people rip each other's throats out? "The bleeding will slow down as my heart steadies."The gentleness in her voice is a stark contrast to the sounds of the undead outside the door, taking a deep breath as she spoke. Finding that it often worked better than telling people to breathe. Removing her hand, she pulled out a small box of steri-strips and set it next to her on the floor before shifting around for something to clean the skin.
"Not as good as stitches but, hell it's like those things can smell blood, right?"Her brows knit together in thought, not fully expecting an answer. "I'll need a hand, but It's like putting on a Band-Aid. Just stick one side then pull."
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