She nods in three quick, jerky motions (ignoring the brief wave of nausea as she's reminded of her own trauma), both hands reaching to cradle and squeeze the hand he has at her cheek before scuffling to her feet, quickly making her way into the bathroom.
She knows she won't find any first-aid; she already searched the bathroom, the instant she had a moment to herself. But she knows where to find clean towels, and a bottle of alcohol.
She returns quickly on legs that feel like jell-o, almost forgetting to close the door behind her.
"Are y-you feeling light-headed at all? Dizzy, or weak?" she asks after yanking the door shut, and coming back to his side. She's trying to force some clarity, and remember what she learned with the bureau. "Where's the pain, w-what kind is it? Does it burn, or ache, or feel sharp? Or--"
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Date: 2010-02-11 04:05 am (UTC)She knows she won't find any first-aid; she already searched the bathroom, the instant she had a moment to herself. But she knows where to find clean towels, and a bottle of alcohol.
She returns quickly on legs that feel like jell-o, almost forgetting to close the door behind her.
"Are y-you feeling light-headed at all? Dizzy, or weak?" she asks after yanking the door shut, and coming back to his side. She's trying to force some clarity, and remember what she learned with the bureau. "Where's the pain, w-what kind is it? Does it burn, or ache, or feel sharp? Or--"