[ Not to victim-blame, but. You know. He rummages through his backpack and produces a water bottle. It's not particularly cold or pure, but it's still probably better than not washing the acid off of her. ]
If you'd waited five more minutes to come to me, you would have lost an arm! ...Maybe. I don't know. [ He's just trying to lighten the mood. He twists off the cap and lifts up her arm, pouring a little water on it. Belatedly, he says, ] Oh! Shit. Um, this might hurt. I don't know. I'm not a real doctor. [ Does washing off acid hurt??? Fuck if he knows. ]
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[ Not to victim-blame, but. You know. He rummages through his backpack and produces a water bottle. It's not particularly cold or pure, but it's still probably better than not washing the acid off of her. ]
If you'd waited five more minutes to come to me, you would have lost an arm! ...Maybe. I don't know. [ He's just trying to lighten the mood. He twists off the cap and lifts up her arm, pouring a little water on it. Belatedly, he says, ] Oh! Shit. Um, this might hurt. I don't know. I'm not a real doctor. [ Does washing off acid hurt??? Fuck if he knows. ]