[ Yuri repeats it like he's still trying to grasp the reality of the situation. He hasn't needed to face injuries like this often, and usually well after people have been treated and patched up. Certainly never when he needed to provide first aid himself.
He stands frozen for a few moments in the entryway with her, staring like a deer in headlights before his mind seems to catch up with the problem at hand. Sword wounds are nothing he's had to deal with before, but skating injuries—slashes from a rogue blade, scrapes, joint injuries—he's had at least some instruction on tending to those.
On autopilot he guides her into the kitchen and peels off his shirt to press to the worst wound he can see, placing her own hand over it. ]
Hold that. I'll find— I can't do stitches, but we've got gauze and—shit. [ A beat. ] How bad off are you?
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[ Yuri repeats it like he's still trying to grasp the reality of the situation. He hasn't needed to face injuries like this often, and usually well after people have been treated and patched up. Certainly never when he needed to provide first aid himself.
He stands frozen for a few moments in the entryway with her, staring like a deer in headlights before his mind seems to catch up with the problem at hand. Sword wounds are nothing he's had to deal with before, but skating injuries—slashes from a rogue blade, scrapes, joint injuries—he's had at least some instruction on tending to those.
On autopilot he guides her into the kitchen and peels off his shirt to press to the worst wound he can see, placing her own hand over it. ]
Hold that. I'll find— I can't do stitches, but we've got gauze and—shit. [ A beat. ] How bad off are you?