[It's not a malicious question. Just the kind people everywhere tend to ask when they're high on blood loss and adrenaline. But all at once his hands freeze up where they are, pressing on the bandage. For one, two, three critical seconds.]
...No. They, uh. [He moves again, then reaches underneath to rewrap and put on the pressure. God, what is he saying.]
no subject
...No. They, uh. [He moves again, then reaches underneath to rewrap and put on the pressure. God, what is he saying.]
They were good. They took care of me.