Jul 10, 2015
firestxrs
hands press protectively over the wound, jaw clenched tight. a stranger wishing to help or not, no way was he putting his hands anywhere near the gash leaking crimson upon her hands, staining her clothes. “n-no! leave it… i… i’m fine. d-don’t touch it, please don’t.”
Jason rolled his eyes, thinking for a second about just walking away, he did have other things to do than save random people he found in the street.
“Look, you can either let me remove the obstruction, and bandage the wound, or you can sit here and wait for an ambulance that’s probably not gonna get here until your dead, but hey, it’s your call.”
