The bottom drops out of Murphy's stomach, leaving an uncomfortable nausea in its wake. She takes a half-step forward, her eyebrows knitting at the sight of the blood. The rest can wait. For now--
"You're hurt." She puts a hand on his arm, tentative, wanting to ask so many questions and crushing desire. Someone hurt him. "Can--would anything we can do help?"
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Date: 2010-01-13 02:11 am (UTC)"You're hurt." She puts a hand on his arm, tentative, wanting to ask so many questions and crushing desire. Someone hurt him. "Can--would anything we can do help?"