[The entire process takes ten seconds: Fiona steps back, takes a deep breath, and covers her face with her hands. In the process she manages to smear her forehead with his blood. She takes another breath, as though she's about to sob again- and when she removes her hands, she's not crying anymore. Another few seconds, and she's no longer even frowning.]
[She manages, weakly, to smile. It becomes less weak as time goes on.] It's okay, look. I've got gauze. [She pulls a wrapped bundle of the stuff from her inner coat pocket, and takes a step forward to press it to his arm.] Is that knife clean?
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Date: 2014-10-07 02:55 am (UTC)[She manages, weakly, to smile. It becomes less weak as time goes on.] It's okay, look. I've got gauze. [She pulls a wrapped bundle of the stuff from her inner coat pocket, and takes a step forward to press it to his arm.] Is that knife clean?