[ This wasn't entirely her ballpark. She knows it, he knows it. Yet... he still came to her β trusted her and she had to make sure she could help him when he needed her most. Ann's hands are shaking, her heart thumping faster in her chest with each second that passes. The Metaverse was a fleeting thought, but she doesn't want to waste time. It makes her feel silly that it even crossed her mind. This wasn't... some Phantom Thieves Palace issue, this was real. ]
G-Got it. I don't know much, but you can help me. [ Part of her wonders why he didn't bring back-up, why he didn't... do something other than rush in? Maybe she expected the next time they saw each other, they'd be dressed down and ready to go to billiards or something! When undresses and follows up with his own kit, she feels a little better β that he can definitely help guide her. She takes a few deep breaths and forces herself to look at the wounds. Sure, her stomach churns, but it's part of the job. ] So you're going to call magic people or something... you better. How can you fight something you can't even protect yourself from?
[ It was concerning, but she's pulling out a pair of medical gloves from the kit tucked away, sliding them on uncomfortably until she realizes what comes next β the serious stuff. Sure, she still makes sure that her hands were wiped down and clean, but the gauze β ]
Okay, this doesn't look like the big bandage kind, smaller but we can double up on it. Let me β here, let me help and then we'll clean it up. Please tell me if it's too much!
[ Fortunately, if she can β she'll find something that'll work. She'll dress the wound as best as she can β where her hand hovers tentatively over it until she applies pressure with a harsh swallow. They were close like they've been in the past, but the circumstances were totally different! She's sad, mad, and worried β a mix that feels foreign like some cocktail she wasn't suppose to drink for a few more years... ]
This is the most awkward five minutes we're ever going to deal with, right?
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G-Got it. I don't know much, but you can help me. [ Part of her wonders why he didn't bring back-up, why he didn't... do something other than rush in? Maybe she expected the next time they saw each other, they'd be dressed down and ready to go to billiards or something! When undresses and follows up with his own kit, she feels a little better β that he can definitely help guide her. She takes a few deep breaths and forces herself to look at the wounds. Sure, her stomach churns, but it's part of the job. ] So you're going to call magic people or something... you better. How can you fight something you can't even protect yourself from?
[ It was concerning, but she's pulling out a pair of medical gloves from the kit tucked away, sliding them on uncomfortably until she realizes what comes next β the serious stuff. Sure, she still makes sure that her hands were wiped down and clean, but the gauze β ]
Okay, this doesn't look like the big bandage kind, smaller but we can double up on it. Let me β here, let me help and then we'll clean it up. Please tell me if it's too much!
[ Fortunately, if she can β she'll find something that'll work. She'll dress the wound as best as she can β where her hand hovers tentatively over it until she applies pressure with a harsh swallow. They were close like they've been in the past, but the circumstances were totally different! She's sad, mad, and worried β a mix that feels foreign like some cocktail she wasn't suppose to drink for a few more years... ]
This is the most awkward five minutes we're ever going to deal with, right?
[ Oh, Ann. You're in for a treat. ]