( A snort bubbles out before he even realises, Eddie doesn't mean to let it out – but he shouldn't expect any less, really. Not from Richie.
He's not any less focused when he brings his hands closer to the shirt though, and he murmurs a gentle warning under his breath as he finally makes contact with the shirt. )
Just like...just breathe, okay? Big one in, big one out. Like you're getting a shot or something. Alright?
( He waits until Richie follows his instructions, and then as gently as he can starts to peel the shirt away from Richie's arm. It's a struggle to keep his expression composed as he starts to reveal the wound – it looks nasty – and he's certain that he's gone pale. As quick as he looks, he's covering it up again, and finally he swallows.
Takes Richie's hand, pressing it over the wound again and squeezes on top of his fingers. )
Hold onto that. Tight as you can, even if it hurts. We need to keep it nice and tight and look at it again in a few minutes. Got it?
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He's not any less focused when he brings his hands closer to the shirt though, and he murmurs a gentle warning under his breath as he finally makes contact with the shirt. )
Just like...just breathe, okay? Big one in, big one out. Like you're getting a shot or something. Alright?
( He waits until Richie follows his instructions, and then as gently as he can starts to peel the shirt away from Richie's arm. It's a struggle to keep his expression composed as he starts to reveal the wound – it looks nasty – and he's certain that he's gone pale. As quick as he looks, he's covering it up again, and finally he swallows.
Takes Richie's hand, pressing it over the wound again and squeezes on top of his fingers. )
Hold onto that. Tight as you can, even if it hurts. We need to keep it nice and tight and look at it again in a few minutes. Got it?