" i got your shirt all bloody. " @viscerarotw
she was practically hyperventilating, actively trying not to as shaky hands continued to press against the wound. thank god she didn't try to become a surgeon, she thought to herself as she looked desperately around the room. they needed gauze, they needed an antiseptic... grace had NOTHING -- fuck! FUCK!
"t-that's what you're worried about?" it came out as a squeak and, in any other circumstance, the blonde might actually be amused. "j-just promise that after... after all t-this, you'll buy me a new one." an oath that there will be a future, that they will BOTH get out of this.
"h-hey. i'm... i need to find s-something for this. can you -- c-can you press against it? l-like this? just... just for a second." she's already standing, looking more like a frightened prey animal than an agent with a kill count. c'mon, there's gotta be SOMETHING around here. eyes landed on something and the blonde actually let out a bark of a laugh.
"y-you're not allergic to... p-potatoes, are you?" asked as she reached for a bottle of vodka, still about two-thirds full as she rushed back to mia's side. "t-this might work."
