Qri couldn’t refrain from keeping herself remain frozen due to the fact the other was applying pressure to her wound. It pained her a lot and she let out a whine, attempting to follow their order before speaking softly, “Just get it done already.”
He pulled a grimace, (the kind that’s barely there and slips away soon after) before replying, “I’m gonna be sick, I need to lie down after this. Blood is so–" He uncaps the bottle of disinfectant, releasing a wheezy-squeak sort of noise as he dribbled the liquid onto the tissue he’d managed to find after a short scavenging episode.
He begins to dab at the blood, unsure of where the damaged skin really was, "Be careful when you’re running around like that. I don’t think my stomach will hold up on me if you do it again. I’m dying right now.”
