[Nyx could have lived with a bullet lodged in her rib, but she had never been that lucky when it came to getting shot. Other than that, she had the luck of the devil but one had to fall short somewhere, right?
Her hand releases it's grip on him when he sets her down, and she takes a moment to adjust herself to a slightly more comfortable position. She leans her head back against the wall, squeezing her eyes shut for a few seconds, before she opens them again, blinking. Blurred, a little dizzy, damn.
The towel hitting her stomach jars her enough that it brings her mind back into action and she grabs it, removing her hand and replacing it with the towel. She nods at him before he leaves, and shifts enough to get the angle she needs to press down as hard as she can.
While he's gone, she's going to try and figure out how she's going to explain her situation.]
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Her hand releases it's grip on him when he sets her down, and she takes a moment to adjust herself to a slightly more comfortable position. She leans her head back against the wall, squeezing her eyes shut for a few seconds, before she opens them again, blinking. Blurred, a little dizzy, damn.
The towel hitting her stomach jars her enough that it brings her mind back into action and she grabs it, removing her hand and replacing it with the towel. She nods at him before he leaves, and shifts enough to get the angle she needs to press down as hard as she can.
While he's gone, she's going to try and figure out how she's going to explain her situation.]