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TW: BLOODDominic found me waiting just outside of the door where I came out from with the gun that I stole from him in hand, just in case someone came after me. He had a big gash on his forehead, and had difficulty seeing the road as his own blood blinded him while we drove back to his place.
We entered the house in a rush, blood dripping viscously down Dominic's face. Suddenly, we were in the kitchen, and Dominic opened cupboards for something to stop the bleeding.
I felt completely and totally useless. There Dominic was, bleeding a whole ass river while I stood there doing nothing. The cut on his forehead had to be around two inches wide, but deep enough to cause that much bleeding.
Moving with a sense of purpose, he came back to the island a few seconds later, placing down a white medical box and a wet cloth onto the marble counters.
I brushed the hair that fell on his forehead away, then delicately lifted his hand from his wound, slowly cleaning the somewhat dried blood from above his eyebrow. "Hold that there and tell me what to do," I told him, placing the cloth on the source of the blood. He used his free hand to hold the cloth in place as I opened the medical box.
The box contained all kinds of equipment: bandages, gauze pads, alcohol swabs, syringes, steri-strips, stitching threads, bottles of unknown liquids, etc. My gaze flicked over the array of medical supplies.
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Eventually, Dominic had talked me through most of the process of stitching up the gash on his forehead, and it wasn't so bad. Yeah, it was extremely unsettling to watch a needle puncture through his skin, but it wasn't too complicated to learn.
"What about your cheek?" I asked him, placing the tools that I used on him back onto the counter. The cut on his cheek wasn't too big, but the surrounding area of skin was bright pink and there was quite a bit of blood. He shook his head. "I'm sure it's nothing."
I was in awe of how Dominic was able to go through this without any kind of numbing. In fact the way he completely refused it. Either he still had a shit ton of adrenaline coursing through his veins, or he was just that fucking tough.
He tried to grab the cloth that was still in my hand, but I moved it away. "Let me do it."
I hovered over over him awkwardly, dabbing the cut gently. My legs were starting to tremble from nerves, and at just how close I was to Dominic. "You can sit down, you know?" Dominic told me, his voice steady and calm.
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