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Efficient.
Precise.
Because I have to.
Because if I don’t—
He bleeds out.
And that—
That is not happening.
Not on my watch.
Not—
Not him.
I shove that thought down immediately.
Focus.
The bleeding slows.
Then stops.
Temporary fix.
It’ll hold.
For now.
I lean back slightly, breath catching.
Not from the work.
From how close I am.
Again.
Always again.
My hands are still on him.
His chest rises under my palms.
Steady.
Strong.
Alive.
I should move.
I don’t.
Because for a second—
