"Uh huh," Leah agrees, even as she opens her suture kit and gets the alcohol wipes out. His hands are shaking. He'll hurt himself if he tries but they don't need to talk about that. "Drink the Gatorade. Sir."
She doesn't warn him before she starts cleaning the wound. He wouldn't thank her for it, she knows.
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Date: 2024-06-18 02:47 am (UTC)She doesn't warn him before she starts cleaning the wound. He wouldn't thank her for it, she knows.