[ Blade brushes past Myriad, waving him off with a flick of her wrist. Luckily, he seems more amused than offended, taking her place at the doorway. She deposits her case on the chair, sitting on the edge of the bed. ]
I'm told you had a trying night. [ Straight to business, it seems, though her voice is soft. Sympathetic. She reaches to undo the bandages covering Charlie's chest. Despite the sharp tips of her fingers, her touch is gentle, but quick and efficient with practice. She pauses when she reaches a layer of bandaging touching the wounds. ]
Are these bedsheets? [ She throws it over her shoulder to Myriad, who shrugs almost sheepishly, replying, "I had to improvise." She tuts in response, clearly disapproving, but she carefully peels the spent sheets away. ]
Shallow, but a relatively clean cut. [ She murmurs it, as if to herself, while her hand hovers over the wound, glowing a soft white. Her hand moves to the stab wound at Charlie's side, and she frowns deeply. ] Puncture wound. Assailant managed to miss anything vital, but likely would have resulted in fatal blood loss without treatment.
[ She glances up to Charlie, her smile kind, and her gaze grows distant as she covers the stab wound with both hands. ] Try to relax, sweetheart.
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[ Blade brushes past Myriad, waving him off with a flick of her wrist. Luckily, he seems more amused than offended, taking her place at the doorway. She deposits her case on the chair, sitting on the edge of the bed. ]
I'm told you had a trying night. [ Straight to business, it seems, though her voice is soft. Sympathetic. She reaches to undo the bandages covering Charlie's chest. Despite the sharp tips of her fingers, her touch is gentle, but quick and efficient with practice. She pauses when she reaches a layer of bandaging touching the wounds. ]
Are these bedsheets? [ She throws it over her shoulder to Myriad, who shrugs almost sheepishly, replying, "I had to improvise." She tuts in response, clearly disapproving, but she carefully peels the spent sheets away. ]
Shallow, but a relatively clean cut. [ She murmurs it, as if to herself, while her hand hovers over the wound, glowing a soft white. Her hand moves to the stab wound at Charlie's side, and she frowns deeply. ] Puncture wound. Assailant managed to miss anything vital, but likely would have resulted in fatal blood loss without treatment.
[ She glances up to Charlie, her smile kind, and her gaze grows distant as she covers the stab wound with both hands. ] Try to relax, sweetheart.