Rest assured, my love, I know very well how to keep the blood from going everywhere.
[Gale's hands across his shoulder, over his chest is such an unfamiliar comfort, but a comfort nonetheless. His wounds still hurt, but he nearly feels a flush over his cheeks and down his neck, being at the receiving end of such intimate, non-sexual attention.]
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[Gale's hands across his shoulder, over his chest is such an unfamiliar comfort, but a comfort nonetheless. His wounds still hurt, but he nearly feels a flush over his cheeks and down his neck, being at the receiving end of such intimate, non-sexual attention.]