“It hurts…”
blood. blood everywhere. the red liquid was covering her shirt that just a moment before before was shining in it’s beautiful, pastel colors. it wasn’t just a small spot that one could wash off - and it sure as hell looked painful as well. how she managed to hurt herself so badly, hason had no idea. the moment he turned his back on her, she was already managing to do something that could possibly even put her health under a risk.
“should i call an ambulance?”
there was a risk she would bleed more than she should, causing her to pass out or something even worse. so him asking the most obvious question out there was literally not helping, at all. he wasn’t the sharpest when it came to thinking && helping others. and somehow, the only scenario running through his mind was this moment from one of his favorite action movies where the main character ripped off his shirt and wrapped it around the girl’s wrist. that’s what he needed to do too, to stop the bleeding.
“okay so-”, he mumbled, mostly to himself, while scratching the back of his head. no way in hell would he rip off his shirt like the main actor in that movie - that, in hason’s opinion, was a little too much. “apply some pressure to the wound with your hand, i’ll get you a towel!” and without wasting another second he got up from the floor, taking a few running steps towards one of the cabinets.