I went in the ambulance with Grue, and watched as they gave him extra blood and tended to his chest. Between my first time job patching up his chest, the fact that he’d torn it open, and my haphazard attempts to wad it with bandages and stall the blood loss as we retreated from the scene, it was a mess.
Yeah, it’s time to leave it to the professionals.
I cringed, feeling guilty, waiting for one of Coil’s medics to call me on something I’d done wrong. They worked in silence, which was almost worse.
Medic A: “Psst.”
Medic B: “What?”
Medic A: “Can’t you tell her?”
Medic B:
“Why me?”
Medic A:
“Because I don’t want to!”
Medic B:
“Well I don’t want to either!”
Medic A: “Too bad, I’m calling dibs on not telling her!”
Taylor: “You guys realize you both suck at whispering, right?”
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