joel was such a god damn hard ass. so impatient, too.
him yanking it out like that without much precision would only make the tissue more inflamed. is what she was going to say before he did it. shoulders dropped and she gave a heavy sigh with the shake of her head, having no other option than to quickly get to work, standing on her knees while he sat against the wall.
he made it worse for himself.
so she said what she could think of, something completely out of the left field so she could dab antiseptic over the small gaping wound and stab the flesh with the suture needle before he could notice.
mia attempted to keep her composure, holding her head up high to hide her smile. his reaction was just as she hoped. it had its duel purpose. eyelids fluttered rapidly, giving him a shrug while her hands got to work. " oh I can show you crazy. " pressure was pushed against the wound and gauze was dabbed and wiped to clean up the blood, attempting to sew it up quickly. but he kept moving and writhing in pain.
huffing in frustration, the hidden metal beneath one of the legs of her jeans clunked as she scooted herself to sit directly in his lap, pinning him from moving so she could do this properly.
" yeah? how's that? even crazier, right? " her voice was rushed as her eyes focused on weaving the needle and thread with the tool, needing him distracted for just a bit longer. hopefully this was enough to shock him silent and still and not give him a heart attack.
" put your fucking HANDS on my hips. " she barked, a little out of the ordinary for mia to be so....bossy. but she knew joel, she knew what strength he had to buck and jerk. she knew how they weren't in a complete sterile environment which was both stressful and annoying. so he needed to be as still as he could.
" moan in my ear, do what you gotta do, joel. just DON'T move. "
just a few more weaves and she would be done and it could be properly closed up.