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PERSE STOOD IN FRONT OF a mirror, as she slowly lifted her shirt. She winced in the action, for better access to the wound on her stomach. Feeling the stinging sensation, she quickly look through the medical bag that Druig gave her, to find a thread and needle along with bandages.
In all honestly, she didn't know what to do or how to help herself. She didn't know how to stitch herself up, let alone properly clean and make sure her wound wouldn't be infected; at times like this, she wished Ajak were here.
Throwing the needle and thread into the bag, the woman made her way to the door. As soon as she opened it, her eyes were met with Druig's, who stood up from his bed. With the help of Kingo and Sprite, they led Perse to Druig's bathroom, as it had a bigger space for her, which was also connected to his bedroom.
"You okay?" He asked her, clearly knowing that it wasn't.
She sighs to herself, "I... need help."
Druig nodded his head and went over toward her, stepping into the bathroom. He helped her sit down on the seat of the toilet, so she wouldn't stretch or hurt herself even more. Perse took a deep breath and slowly lifted her shirt to show him.
"That's a nasty cut, m'lady." Perse rolls her eyes. "It's a good thing you stopped the bleeding," He points out, "but I'm going to need to go remove your shirt."
The woman glares, letting her skirt fall back down. "Are you kidding me?"
"Hey, it's nothing I haven't seen before."
Blood rushed Perse's cheeks, she stayed silent, slowly crossing her arms on the lower part of her stomach. Druig saw this and immediately knew his sarcasm wasn't needed nor helpful, just downright mean; which wasn't his intention.
He tries to assure her. "I didn't mean it like that——"
"It's fine," She interrupts, slowly taking off her shirt, "I need to get this over with."
Druig looked away, biting the inside of his mouth. Of course, he didn't mean the comment, he didn't mean to be hurtful. They would always joke like that, his sarcasm usually left a smile on her face, she used to think his sarcasm was humorous... but things were now different.
"You can look now," She tells him.
He looked over to see Perse holding her head high, he did his best to ignore the black sports bra that she was wearing, and strictly kept his eyes on her wound. It was right below her ribcage, not too deep to pierce anything vital, but needed stitches to close off the wound.
He was quick and grabbed a towel, damping it with water, and gently rubbed it on the wound. He soon followed suit with the soap. Cleaning out the wound, Perse winces, gripping her knee, hard.
"I can't believe you killed one of them," Druig talked, trying to keep her attention away from the pain, "You impressed the hell out of me."
"Yeah, can't say I wasn't shocked, too." She breathes.
