cheerleader: (chrissy18)
chrissy cunningham ([personal profile] cheerleader) wrote in [community profile] cheerfire 2022-11-09 04:38 am (UTC)

[She hesitates, almost as if she wants to say something more. But she only stares over at him for a few seconds before nodding.]

Okay. I'll do my best.

[It doesn't need to be said that she isn't a nurse. He knows that. But she hopes he also knows that she'll do whatever it takes to make sure he doesn't bleed out. They've got each other's backs. They love one another. And that means they can do just about anything, she thinks.

So she crosses the room and presses a kiss to his forehead, letting him softly tell her where to find all the supplies she'll need. He wisely has them all set up in the bathroom, so she only has to grab the small box they're in.

Chrissy guesses that the good news is, she grew up sewing a little. Her mother insisted. And while skin isn't exactly the same as cloth, she tells herself that the concept is similar enough that she can do it. She focuses and tries to keep her hands steady, apologizing every time she can see that he's in pain. The fact she's even able to stomach this at all is impressive to her.
]

So [ she says as she works on cutting off the thread used to stitch him. ] How long was I gone?

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