Paid In Blood (open)

[Bastille]

Bastille rolled her eyes and got up and got the bandages herself. She took Amtrums arm in silence realizing she was probably saying to much and giving away in complete detail her nervous and anxious worry storm. She so fretted over bandages making sure they where not too tight but soft and clean. Her eyes concentrated. Being an assassin helped with medical aid like being in the army did. It was all the same in the end. She would smile heartfully as she tied a bow in one and then went back to his nose pressing a a cold cloth to it and getting up. She walked to the nurses station and found the ice packs cracking it she brought it back and then began to work again with the gauze and cleaning up the blood. Sure he could do it himself…sure the nurse could do it….but she needed to do it. She needed to know it was being done right. She hated how she felt this way and cursed under her breathe even she could barely hear herself as she worked. She would then stand up and sit back looking at him. For the damage he received he looked as though he had only been through a car accident. Bastille smiled and flicked his head with a smirk.

“there you go all better…” she was once again ignoring the frenchie in the corner.