[Phoenix's job had him constantly running into dead bodies. Ergo, one would THINK he'd be pretty good with this kind of thing, huh?
...well, really. When someone's dead, they're dead. He knows he can't help them, so, while he's always had this weird, sick feeling when being around corpses...he can handle it fine.
Injuries, though? THOSE, he knows can be helped. And with his pathological helpfulness, it's hard NOT too -- even though he ends up panicking, because injuries can lead to death if he isn't careful...
Really, it's just a recipe for disaster, but he's handling it remarkably well!
He's startled when she reaches up to shove the bandages against her skin, wincing a bit.]
S-sorry. [GUESS WHO NOW FEELS LIKE KICKING HIMSELF IN THE BALLS.
When she asks for ice, though, he immediately perks up.]
Yeah, we have a feezer -- once second. [After making sure Heather has hold of the bandages, he gets to his feet and trots into the kitchen, before he pauses and glances behind him.]
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...well, really. When someone's dead, they're dead. He knows he can't help them, so, while he's always had this weird, sick feeling when being around corpses...he can handle it fine.
Injuries, though? THOSE, he knows can be helped. And with his pathological helpfulness, it's hard NOT too -- even though he ends up panicking, because injuries can lead to death if he isn't careful...
Really, it's just a recipe for disaster, but he's handling it remarkably well!
He's startled when she reaches up to shove the bandages against her skin, wincing a bit.]
S-sorry. [GUESS WHO NOW FEELS LIKE KICKING HIMSELF IN THE BALLS.
When she asks for ice, though, he immediately perks up.]
Yeah, we have a feezer -- once second. [After making sure Heather has hold of the bandages, he gets to his feet and trots into the kitchen, before he pauses and glances behind him.]
Er--do you need it in ice packs, or...?