[ It's difficult for May, but Alec is extremely lucky that she was able to rest as much as she did. He presses her hands to his wound, lips pressed in a thin, determined line, and eyes shut against the blood that seeps through Alec's clothes. She pales as she works, but despite the occasional warning word from her mother, she doesn't stop, doesn't pull her hands away until the pain has eased from Alec's expression and his breathing evens out.
With a final, shaking sigh of relief, she pulls her hands away, a bullet held carefully between her bloodied fingers. Alec props himself up on his elbow to rest a hand on her shoulder in case she topples right over. (And the movement startles him because it doesn't hurt. Sly little girl took care of his shoulders while she was at it.) She does, and she's whisked away to bed by her mother, leaving Alec to get cleaned up and change and Faraday, presumably, nearby. ]
You have any more words about how stupid I am or did you run out?
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With a final, shaking sigh of relief, she pulls her hands away, a bullet held carefully between her bloodied fingers. Alec props himself up on his elbow to rest a hand on her shoulder in case she topples right over. (And the movement startles him because it doesn't hurt. Sly little girl took care of his shoulders while she was at it.) She does, and she's whisked away to bed by her mother, leaving Alec to get cleaned up and change and Faraday, presumably, nearby. ]
You have any more words about how stupid I am or did you run out?