"Can I please wrap your hand? You cut it on the glass..." Grace timidly states glancing at the blood now on his right hand. "Jus gimme the bandage. I'll do it m's-" The man's response was cut short by him glancing down at where his left arm used to be, a wave of emotions briefly crossing his eye. He sits in silence for a few minutes, "Okay." He grunts out, reluctantly accepting the help from the blonde who suddenly had his life in his hands.
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