Adrienne’s fingers moved swiftly, betraying the experience she has had with this, pieces of blood soaked gauze landing on the floor next to her. She looked up from her work, looking at the female that had quite unceremoniously thrown herself into her life. Her voice gentle, she began to speak,” hey, I know this hurts, but try to take as slow and as deep breaths as you can alright?” 

As the gash became visible, she brought her eyebrows together, planning out her next steps. She turned back to the bag, absentmindly wiping her hands off on the jeans on her body. The hospital was what she needed, she needed stitches, and to check for any internal injuries. She grabbed a packet of butterfly sutures, and was reaching to grab more items, when the female asked a question. Her eyebrows raised sharply,” what? Ink? What are you...” She turned back, mystified now at the new substance she stopped speaking. She reached out, touching the ink-like substance. A shudder when down her body, images flashing before her brain briefly before fading, mouth opening and closing briefly. Her voice tense, she spoke,”I have no clue what that is. My name is Adrienne.” She swallowed hard, moving back to what she knew. Control the bleeding. She wiped off her fingers again, grabbing the butterfly sutures. 

“As a warning, this isn’t going to feel great, but it will slow the bleeding more. What is your dogs name? Mine is Leo.” She needed to keep her awake, the best as was possible. Hypovolemic shock was something to be concerned about, loose much more and death was possible. She fingers moved deftly, sticking one side of the suture onto her skin before pulling down, closing the gash the best that she could, and sticking the other side to her skin. She continued this process, the two sides nearly touching as she worked her way, moving onto the shoulder laceration. Forcing the presence of the inky substance out of her mind, and focusing on what she could control. 

[@Arista]