@shotgunscn / sam → ravenna : ❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound . '
she sighs, grabbing for the vodka she keeps hidden around for moments just like this. ❝ sit. ❞ the command is firm but gentle, pointing at the single shabby couch in the safe house they’ve been cooped up in for 3 days & sets up on the old wooden table. settling down on the edge of the table across from him, Ravenna takes a big gulp from the bottle before pouring some over the wound on his arm, not giving him enough time to realize what exactly it is she was going to do. free hand grabs his wrist to keep him in place, watching his reaction from the burn of the alcohol cleaning the wound & there’s a slight hint of guilt in her eyes. ❝ i promise this is the better alternative. ❞
using one of the gauze pads from the first aid kit she found a few weeks ago, Ravenna begins to clean up the blood to get a better look at the damage. ❝ it’s not too deep which is good but i think i’ll need to stitch it up. ❞ sea - green gaze flickers to meet Sam’s for a moment then reaches for the needle & thread & after another thought, pulls off her belt to give to him. ❝ bite this if you need, sun’s setting & we don’t want any visitors. ❞ splashing a little more vodka on the needle, she brings his skin together & starts suturing the wound as carefully as she can. ❝ how did this even happen ? i thought you said the place was abandoned. ❞
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