Grey found his eyes wandering to Curtis's amputated arm. What he understood was that his hand would be okay, but maybe feel funny.
He was all right with that. He tried to flex is hand and winced again.
"Well, don't do that," the nurse said quickly, taking his hand again. "I need to stitch it up. Sit still, all right? Then we'll get you cleaned up and a cast on your wrist."
They could see the way Grey wanted to pull away from her touch.
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Date: 2014-09-24 12:46 am (UTC)He was all right with that. He tried to flex is hand and winced again.
"Well, don't do that," the nurse said quickly, taking his hand again. "I need to stitch it up. Sit still, all right? Then we'll get you cleaned up and a cast on your wrist."
They could see the way Grey wanted to pull away from her touch.