'Don't cry. I'm just a little cold.' {to Nari from sole-visioned because I'm evil}
“Cold?” Nari whispered amid shaking breaths, small fingers fumbling for just about anything that could, somehow, miraculously bring warmth back to Carl’s palms, to Carl’s face. Shuddering a chuckle, she worked precariously with a damp cloth, swiping at the thick trickles of crimson now coating the poor boy’s skin. All medical training thrown out of the window, Nari stumbled over the procedure like a mad-woman. Her body worked against her; she wanted him stable, smiling once more, even if slight and rare. Instead, it seemed whatever she did, the more dire the situation became.
“Please hold on, honey, please.” Nari whispered, pressing her forehead against Carl’s own clammy one, their fingers entwined just for a moment. She soon worked them away, in order to begin applying pressure to his wound, which seemed to throb beneath her sweating palms, “Look, look. I’m– I’m slowing it down, the bleeding’s gonna slow down.” Almost assuring only herself, rather than her patient, she gripped tweezers, moving to descend upon the wound carefully.
“I’m gonna– I’m gonna get as much shrapnel out as I can, and you’ll be fine. You’ll be okay.” She murmured, her thumb grazing the skin close to the gash on his face, softly, whilst her other hand worked the tweezers, plucking metallic bits from within him. “We’ll figure this out, angel.”
@sole-visioned
His sight nothing more than a blur he wasn't sure if it was caused by the immense pain or if there were tears welling up in the eye he had left, and right now didn't have enough control and focus to actually bite it back in care it were the latter. The wound didn't hurt much, the nerves too damaged to give off pain signals any longer, though the skin around it felt as if it was on fire. Hair sticking to his somewhat colder than usual skin he has half the mind left to lean into her touches, welcoming the comfort of it.
Listening to her voice, the words don't really get through to him as he can already feel himself slipping, moving just a bit closer to her so he could lean into her and stays like that until she starts pulling shrapnel out of his wound, he ring himself make a pained sound as he moves away his head. Feels like the wound can still hurt when messed with after all. And not only did it cause pain, but the bleeding to get worse as well, the drops feeling warm on his skin as they ran down his face.
Not thinking about the result, he leans into her fully, burying his face in her neck to try and keep her from touching it more. His limbs feeling heavy, all he really wanted to do for now was sleep.
