[ terran, she has to remind herself. terran. but she knows that the sooner the bandage is in place, the sooner the bleeding stops (because he's already lost so much blood, a worrying amount, more than she thinks is safe by a long shot). it's a rare instance that causing pain twinges something inside of her, but unbidden, a sharp, barbed ache digs into her chest with every shout, every cry, and then with the second bandage, he's clinging to her, leaving his own blood smeared across her clothing, and she wants to reach out to him.
he isn't built for this, to be in this much pain, and she knows it.
(she knows it, and wishes there was something she could do to make it stop.)
but at least with the third strip, that added compression, maybe it'll be enough.
if nothing else, she doesn't reach for another piece of fabric, instead lifting her hands to peter's face (bloody hands, his own blood, she realizes). ]
It's done, Peter, breathe.
[ gentle, but firm, an attempt to be grounding, to give him something to focus on that isn't the pain she knows much be radiating through him. ]
Don't pass out.
[ she repeats it again, because she means it. he needs to stay with her, to stay conscious. ]
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he isn't built for this, to be in this much pain, and she knows it.
(she knows it, and wishes there was something she could do to make it stop.)
but at least with the third strip, that added compression, maybe it'll be enough.
if nothing else, she doesn't reach for another piece of fabric, instead lifting her hands to peter's face (bloody hands, his own blood, she realizes). ]
It's done, Peter, breathe.
[ gentle, but firm, an attempt to be grounding, to give him something to focus on that isn't the pain she knows much be radiating through him. ]
Don't pass out.
[ she repeats it again, because she means it. he needs to stay with her, to stay conscious. ]
Stay with me.