It's certainly much better than dying from blood loss, though. You've done good, Bella-chan.
(And so did he.
A thumb caresses her cheek while the other sinks into the scarlet liquid to support his weight, wearily so. It doesn't hurt anymore, but he still feels the ooziness, the dizziness making her own imagine twist when he moves his head.
At least now he knows she can't deal with large quantities of blood loss. He'll keep that in mind.)
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(And so did he.
A thumb caresses her cheek while the other sinks into the scarlet liquid to support his weight, wearily so. It doesn't hurt anymore, but he still feels the ooziness, the dizziness making her own imagine twist when he moves his head.
At least now he knows she can't deal with large quantities of blood loss. He'll keep that in mind.)