Blanche had tore the whole store apart looking for more bandages. She quickly rushed out to them, the blood dried and caked on her hands. It left a sickening image in her head but she had no time. She knelt down and wrapped the bandages tightly so pressure was no longer needed to be applied.

"You'll be fine." She said, her voice croaking with sorrow but she tried to collect herself and stick it out til the end.

"It is not your fault, George."

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[I am active in several role-plays at the moment and have room under my belt for plenty more. I enjoy any type and can create a character for many of them. Need something to keep my imagination in check, Heh.]