[The touch helps, gets her to shut up, at least, and suck in an unsteady breath. She doesn't seem focused on the fact that she's still sitting on him, that she's still trembling, that little rivulets of blood are dripping slowly down her wrist. Her hand is throbbing in a way she's certain means she fucked it up badly.]
You're bleeding.
[It's not an answer to his question, because what does it matter if she's okay right now? She stabbed him.]
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You're bleeding.
[It's not an answer to his question, because what does it matter if she's okay right now? She stabbed him.]