[ well, that's a relief, considering steve's rudimentary knowledge of first aid would not actually extend to stitches and probably just barely extends to cleaning. still, he's going to try, slowly walking her and and over to a stool, watching how hollowly she settles before he moves over to the sink.
it's a couple of silent moments later, once he finds a rag and wets it, that he walks back over to where she's settled, noticing how much she's fighting not to cry and pointedly not staring at her while she does it. ]
Pull that up. [ he motions for her sleeve, moving to sit at the stool next to hers and gently taking her wrist, waiting for her to pull up the sleeve before he moves to set the damp towel on her arm, trying to clean around it.
it takes another second, maybe a couple, before he lets out a breath. ] You sure you're okay?
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it's a couple of silent moments later, once he finds a rag and wets it, that he walks back over to where she's settled, noticing how much she's fighting not to cry and pointedly not staring at her while she does it. ]
Pull that up. [ he motions for her sleeve, moving to sit at the stool next to hers and gently taking her wrist, waiting for her to pull up the sleeve before he moves to set the damp towel on her arm, trying to clean around it.
it takes another second, maybe a couple, before he lets out a breath. ] You sure you're okay?