I am not a product of my circumstances.
Pulling it out was the last thing she would have recommended, considering all the blood being contained by the blade. Yet the man seemed prepared as he removed the knife and activated his ring to close the majority of the laceration. Elizabeth felt confirmed in her suspicions and looked to his face to see the thinly veiled pain there. If he knew there would be so much pain, why did he do it? Was it a form of self-punishment? And why did he look so familiar?
Placing the thoughts in the back of her mind, she found his bag. She would deal with the details after she confirmed he wasn't going to die of blood loss or get an infection. Rifling through produced a roll of gauze. Just more evidence that this was premeditated. Gently holding his hand, she encouraged him to extend his arm, giving her enough access to dress the injury.
His curse was met with only a small level of sympathy and a moderately concealed level of sarcasm. "Yeah. Well, stabbing yourself in the arm is supposed to hurt." She let the statement hang between them to give him an opportunity to contradict her, but Elizabeth kept her head down to allow him some privacy to make the decision. It wouldn't help to appear accusing and sometimes people found it easier to confess when they didn't think anyone was paying attention. So Elizabeth kept her eyes trained on the wound as she securely wrapped the bandage around to apply pressure.
Placing the thoughts in the back of her mind, she found his bag. She would deal with the details after she confirmed he wasn't going to die of blood loss or get an infection. Rifling through produced a roll of gauze. Just more evidence that this was premeditated. Gently holding his hand, she encouraged him to extend his arm, giving her enough access to dress the injury.
His curse was met with only a small level of sympathy and a moderately concealed level of sarcasm. "Yeah. Well, stabbing yourself in the arm is supposed to hurt." She let the statement hang between them to give him an opportunity to contradict her, but Elizabeth kept her head down to allow him some privacy to make the decision. It wouldn't help to appear accusing and sometimes people found it easier to confess when they didn't think anyone was paying attention. So Elizabeth kept her eyes trained on the wound as she securely wrapped the bandage around to apply pressure.
Elizabeth
I am a product of my decisions.
