[She'll never like him. She may even despise him. But to her credit, she works as swiftly and painlessly as she can. That said: it's a bloody, hard process. Swiftly her hands are covered in his blood-- their blood, perhaps-- and midway through she pulls the IV free from her arm, lest she drain herself accidentally.
But she gets it. Sooner or later, she gets his leg straightened and tied to a sturdy splint. Rosalind is panting as she sits back, blood all over her hands, her skirt, her face sickly pale.]
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But she gets it. Sooner or later, she gets his leg straightened and tied to a sturdy splint. Rosalind is panting as she sits back, blood all over her hands, her skirt, her face sickly pale.]
All right . . . there we go.