it’s been a long night and he just wants to relax. with her. just wants to hold her and fall asleep beside her as per usual, but something’s different when he approaches her home. something off. he can smell her before he even opens the door, of course, but there’s an added, familiar scent that goes with it. it shouldn’t take him so long to identify it, but his mind is understandably in denial when he smells... he smells blood. frantically, he storms into the house, searching for the potentially wounded woman with nothing less than desperation. “jules!?” he calls out as he searches the place, the overwhelming scent of blood leading him right to her as he immediately drops to his knees the moment he steps before her. he places his hands on her, searching for the wound only to note it on her abdomen. in the exact same place elaktra had been stabbed. no, no, this wasn’t happening again. “jules, what happened!?” he asks, panicked, before he’s blindly searching around for some kind of first aid kit as though there would be one in the living room. maybe she’s been trying to stitch herself up, but of course she hasn’t. she must not have moved since this. “i’ll be right back, sweetheart. don’t move,” he instructs before taking off to the bathroom, objects being tossed about until he can find her makeshift kit and run back for her. falling back down to his knees, he rummages through for some kind of bandage with one hand while the other presses against her abdomen, trying to keep pressure on it before he can find some bandages. “i’m gonna get you to a hospital.”
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