[ Ironically, in the moment where she's most hurt, she sounds almost like her old self. She takes it from him, setting her teeth as she digs the needle into her skin. A hiss escapes her, but she keeps going. It takes her a moment, but eventually there's a line of small, even stitches on her arm. ]
I didn't know you were scared of blood, Dave.
[ That old Jade is back, the smiling and mischievous one, at least for a moment. She smiles at him, holding a hand out for something to cut the wire with. ]
[ She cuts the thread and examines it carefully. But in the time it takes for her to do that, the old enthusiasm is gone, replaced by a sense of hesitancy. ]
I mean, when you're the only person on an island full of dangerous stuff...I guess I just learned because I had to. I'm still not very good at setting bones, though.
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[He doesn't know if he can give her stitches, he's only 13 years old and just this blood here is making him kind of squeamish as it is...]
I might need to get Rose to help patch you up...
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[ She holds out the other hand with the confident ease of someone who's stitched herself up for most of her life. ]
And...I think, this was from my broken guitar.
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Owch... maybe you should get a new one. Don't think I trust guitars that leave gashes in your hands.
You sure you can handle the... stitching? I mean I would probably botch it to all hell but Rose... knits or something... that's like sewing, right?
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[ Ironically, in the moment where she's most hurt, she sounds almost like her old self. She takes it from him, setting her teeth as she digs the needle into her skin. A hiss escapes her, but she keeps going. It takes her a moment, but eventually there's a line of small, even stitches on her arm. ]
I didn't know you were scared of blood, Dave.
[ That old Jade is back, the smiling and mischievous one, at least for a moment. She smiles at him, holding a hand out for something to cut the wire with. ]
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Or sewing. Whatever.
[He hands her a small pair of scissors, staring at the stitches with a half-sick, half-curious look.]
How'd you learn to do that anyways?
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[ She cuts the thread and examines it carefully. But in the time it takes for her to do that, the old enthusiasm is gone, replaced by a sense of hesitancy. ]
I mean, when you're the only person on an island full of dangerous stuff...I guess I just learned because I had to. I'm still not very good at setting bones, though.