[He takes the old, gross and soaked bandage off and takes the towel, electing not to tell Nancy he knows all this since she's helping. Eames knows better than to bite the hand that gets him to not bleed all over his sheets tonight.]
[Though he is going to reach over for his mug while he waits. Can't waste good tea.]
[She's back in a little while with the water, making a face at the gross old bandages, the blood already oxidizing to brown.]
Alright, hopefully the bleeding's stopped... [She rolls up her sleeves, her antler tattoo on her wrist visible, the delicate little heart, matching the one on her ribs. It's probably the closest Eames has been able to look at her in some time, as she leans over him to take a look beyond the towels at his chest.]
Looks like it's slowing. Alright, so here's what we're going to do: I'm gonna start cleaning it, and when fresh blood show up, I'd like you to dab it up. Then, you're going to drink this: [She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small vial she'd taken from her purse earlier. Blood replenisher. Never go anywhere without one.]
[He opens his mouth to say it's not exactly going to stop bleeding any time soon, but he's doing his best to not be obnoxious to the person who's helping him here. Eames sighs and dabs at the blood as it seeps out of the wound. At least it's slower than earlier.]
[Eames sighs and takes the blood replenisher, but he doesn't drink it.]
How do you know it won't backfire. Healing magic seems to be particularly bad here.
[As long as they can lessen the blood flow, it'll be fine.]
First of all, that's from home. Second of all, I gave one to my friend Bella, and it seemed to do the trick for her. Granted, she is a vampire, so. [She shrugs. Yeah, of course, the girl who was torn between a temper tantrum vampire and a werewolf met the other girl torn between a vampire and a temper tantrum werewolf. And they picked the opposite.]
[Eames sighs as he wipes some more blood from his chest, half wondering if he should stitch it but it'll be fine. He's certainly not going to make Nancy deal with that either way, for now just gesturing to the bandage pads in the first aid box.]
I'll be fine, just need a day or two to, ah... Have more blood in my body, I suppose.
[Why does 'have more blood' sound like one of the most ridiculous things he's ever said.]
Oh, lovely. You'll have to take it easy. Eat something with lots of sugar, that'll help a bit. I'd offer some iron supplements, that's what I usually take with the potion, but that's not an option here.
[She gingerly beings to clean off his wound, using the warm water. Once that was done, it was on to the disinfecting part.]
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[Though he is going to reach over for his mug while he waits. Can't waste good tea.]
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Alright, hopefully the bleeding's stopped... [She rolls up her sleeves, her antler tattoo on her wrist visible, the delicate little heart, matching the one on her ribs. It's probably the closest Eames has been able to look at her in some time, as she leans over him to take a look beyond the towels at his chest.]
Looks like it's slowing. Alright, so here's what we're going to do: I'm gonna start cleaning it, and when fresh blood show up, I'd like you to dab it up. Then, you're going to drink this: [She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small vial she'd taken from her purse earlier. Blood replenisher. Never go anywhere without one.]
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[Eames sighs and takes the blood replenisher, but he doesn't drink it.]
How do you know it won't backfire. Healing magic seems to be particularly bad here.
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First of all, that's from home. Second of all, I gave one to my friend Bella, and it seemed to do the trick for her. Granted, she is a vampire, so. [She shrugs. Yeah, of course, the girl who was torn between a temper tantrum vampire and a werewolf met the other girl torn between a vampire and a temper tantrum werewolf. And they picked the opposite.]
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[He gives it another last glance and then puts it aside for now. Last thing he needs is Deerington fucking with his blood or who knows what else.]
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How's it doing? [She takes the opportunity to take a sip of her tea.]
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[Eames sighs as he wipes some more blood from his chest, half wondering if he should stitch it but it'll be fine. He's certainly not going to make Nancy deal with that either way, for now just gesturing to the bandage pads in the first aid box.]
I'll be fine, just need a day or two to, ah... Have more blood in my body, I suppose.
[Why does 'have more blood' sound like one of the most ridiculous things he's ever said.]
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[She gingerly beings to clean off his wound, using the warm water. Once that was done, it was on to the disinfecting part.]
This is going to sting, alright?