once they were in a space that safe from any further danger, nancy released the tight hold she had against her stomach. her attempt at keeping the bleeding to a minimum as the wound was rather deep. “is it bad? it feels like it is bad.” her eyes avoiding the location, only he was able to see exactly what type of injury he was working with. instead her eyes focused on him gathering the potential supplies he’d need. “shit! this really hurts.” she winced, head pressed into the wall directly behind her.
she leaned forward slightly, reaching for the packages of bandages and other medical supplies to help him out. knowing she should have stayed still instead but it wasn’t against her nature. she’s severely incapable of letting someone do the work when she was still able to assist in some sort of manner.
❝ it´s only gonna get worse if you don´t stop fidgeting, princess. ❞ billy slaps her hands away, shooting her a warning glare before ripping open the small package of compresses with his teeth. there´s nothing worse than a fussy patient, and it´s not like they were out of the fucking woods yet. they don´t have the time for any of this bullshit and stomach wounds can be tricky. he´s not in the mood to deal with harrington should wheeler bleed out on him in the middle of this fucking mess. he pulls on her shirt, frowning at the amount of blood oozing from the wound.
with a click of his tongue he presses the small white squares right onto the wound - perhaps a little rougher than he should but then, he´s never claimed to be a fucking nurse. best he´s got is the little first aid course he´d had to do as a lifeguard. shit doesn´t exactly cover monster bites. ❝ if you want to help so bad then start holding these down while i get the bandages. ❞