Don't feel it? Good grief, how can you not?! [ the thing about hands is that they have a lot of blood vessels close to the surface for the sake of touching things. The bleeding is making him a little pale, but, dutifully, he tears off a few squares of paper towels nearby and immediately runs to her, taking up her hand and wrapping it as best as he can. ]
You're... You're supposed to put pressure on it and hold it up! I think that's what they say in health class... [ he'll be trying to raise up her hand as he speaks. Obviously, he should get actual bandages, but that can wait a second. ] Diva, you've got to pay more attention! You're not yourself these days...
[ As he picks up her hand, she watches, but she can already feel something strange happening on the end of her finger. She wants to pull away his hands to look and see, but at the same time, she's afraid of what she might see, too. What would that feeling mean? ]
I'm sorry, Garry...
[ She trails off absently with a troubled expression, then curls her hand slightly to grip his in return. ]
I was just clumsy, that's all! [ The cheer in her voice feels forced, but it's there. ] It's just a little cut.
[ feeling her squeeze back reassures him, but only barely. Garry shakes his head, leaning down a little more to look her in the face properly. She's forcing herself; he can tell. ]
It's not just the cut... It's more than that. It's like you're distracted, or... or something.
[ there's honest concern in his eyes as he speaks; he's truly worried about her. ]
Is everything okay...? You know you can tell me anything.
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You're... You're supposed to put pressure on it and hold it up! I think that's what they say in health class... [ he'll be trying to raise up her hand as he speaks. Obviously, he should get actual bandages, but that can wait a second. ] Diva, you've got to pay more attention! You're not yourself these days...
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I'm sorry, Garry...
[ She trails off absently with a troubled expression, then curls her hand slightly to grip his in return. ]
I was just clumsy, that's all! [ The cheer in her voice feels forced, but it's there. ] It's just a little cut.
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It's not just the cut... It's more than that. It's like you're distracted, or... or something.
[ there's honest concern in his eyes as he speaks; he's truly worried about her. ]
Is everything okay...? You know you can tell me anything.