[ While she's stripping off her armor York vanishes into the bathroom, coming back with a very well stocked first aid kit. Bandages, antiseptic, cold packs, suture kits; he's prepared for almost anything. He sets it on the bed and tries not to stare at Carolina as she eases her survival suit off her shoulders. It's a little easier when the wounds are visible and he has those to focus on instead of just smooth pale skin and too-familiar curves. ]
Sit down.
[ She's got new scars to go along with the grey in her hair and wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. York's fingers skim over them as he cleans her wounds, as gentle as he can manage. ]
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Sit down.
[ She's got new scars to go along with the grey in her hair and wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. York's fingers skim over them as he cleans her wounds, as gentle as he can manage. ]
This one needs stitches.