Derrica was a healer, she could put her hand on something and make it better. Sometimes Abby imagines what it would be like to know that kind of magic if she were still in Seattle, imagines wiping both palms over her dad's blood-stained neck and throat and vanishing it, bringing him sputtering to. Things would be different, but aren't.
"I'm good with bandages." She knows what RICE stands for. She can stop something from getting much worse until somebody better gets there, it isn't the same thing. Still helpful though. "On three.
One," and she pulls the blade out neatly, sealing her hand over the top of his leathers and pushing into his back, applying pressure.
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Derrica was a healer, she could put her hand on something and make it better. Sometimes Abby imagines what it would be like to know that kind of magic if she were still in Seattle, imagines wiping both palms over her dad's blood-stained neck and throat and vanishing it, bringing him sputtering to. Things would be different, but aren't.
"I'm good with bandages." She knows what RICE stands for. She can stop something from getting much worse until somebody better gets there, it isn't the same thing. Still helpful though. "On three.
One," and she pulls the blade out neatly, sealing her hand over the top of his leathers and pushing into his back, applying pressure.