[Heather's not too fond of that torn, throbbing sensation pulsing through her fingers, either-- but she knows it will heal. It's BAD but if they take care of it, it will heal. She'd had worse than this in Silent Hill, after all. Patched up things she thought for sure would kill her, just with dirty, half-empty first-aid kits she'd found stashed away in forgotten nooks like they'd been hidden there by the world's most medically-inclined (and forgetful) squirrels.]
[This was bad, and it hurt... but it'd get better.]
[She hissed when he started to dab on the disinfectant, but held still-- .... well, for a moment, anyway. After tolerating a few of those ginger dabs, she reached up with her other hand and just closed her fingers around the disinfected bandages, pressing them onto the skin.]
Rgh, it hurts worse when you dab it on all slow like that...
[... Well, not worse, it was just... somehow harder to tolerate.]
S'there any ice around here?
[It's okay, EVERYTHING sounds bad out of context.]
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[This was bad, and it hurt... but it'd get better.]
[She hissed when he started to dab on the disinfectant, but held still-- .... well, for a moment, anyway. After tolerating a few of those ginger dabs, she reached up with her other hand and just closed her fingers around the disinfected bandages, pressing them onto the skin.]
Rgh, it hurts worse when you dab it on all slow like that...
[... Well, not worse, it was just... somehow harder to tolerate.]
S'there any ice around here?
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It's okay, EVERYTHING sounds bad out of context.]