She tore strips from her shirt without hesitation, pressing them to the wound. Ash hissed through his teeth as pressure sent fresh agony lancing through him.
"I know," she murmured, her voice softer now. "I know. Just breathe."
He focused on her face instead of the pain. On the furrow between her brows, the grim set of her mouth, the way her hands moved with steady precision despite the blood coating them.
"You're good at this," he said, slightly delirious.
"I've had practice." Her eyes flicked to his, sharp and assessing. "You're going into shock. Stay with me."
"Not going anywhere."
"Good."
She worked in silence for a moment, wrapping the makeshift bandages tight enough to make him grunt. When she was satisfied, she sat back on her heels, her hands still shaking slightly.
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