I'd rather you kill me, but I suppose I can attempt to use you as a crutch. [It takes him a few frenzied moments to push himself up and onto his feet, grabbing at one of her shoulders with a shaking hand.]
[She stops moving and rips off a large chunk of the skirt and then removes her sweater. She folds up the fabric, puts it on his wound and then ties her sweater around him, still at his side, to keep the makeshift bandage in place.] It won't do anything for the pain, but hey, you just got me half undressed.
[She hoped to difuse his pain with humor, even if she was still concerned about him.]
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[She hoped to difuse his pain with humor, even if she was still concerned about him.]