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- before . so next time , she won't come back in so much pain . " you'll do what y'need t'do , when i've got ya all fixed up'n good as new . "

- ya from tryin' again , hm .ᐣ " in no world does nora ever wish to dissuade them from what she knows they have to do . she'd be a hypocrit and a liar if she did that . no , she can't . but she can absolutely make sure she gets back up , stronger , faster , wiser than -

- smiles . because she's with the single person in the world who helped her see that this failure doesn't define her , it doesn't make her lesser . now it's time to return the favor . " nah . y'didn't fail . you're alive , aint'cha .ᐣ an' no way a flesh wound's gon' stop -

- the floor . beneath lies a dozen or more small scars littering that side of her face , travelling down to her cheek , and overlapping with her torn eyelid and empty eye socket . this was her weakness . this was her sacrifice . this was her failure . and still , she -

- something about this situation , about gwen's vulnerability , makes her want to show that same kind of trust . that same kind of tenderness . so she reaches up to the eyepatch shielding the right side of her face , and flips it up , letting it fall off her head , and to -

the first thing nora does once she purs down her guitar is reach out to gwen's good arm , steadying it so she can hold the teacup better . guiding it to their mouth so they can take a long , much-needed sip . her smile persisting . once that's done , nora leans back again . -

- ears . and a soft , unusual smile on nora's face. nora's not been one to fix much in the past - she's usually the ' tear it down ' type . but this .ᐣ she knows she can fix this . she 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 to fix this .

- as well as a fair few pills for the same thing , setting it beside the bed she's perched gwen on . and finally , she pulls up a beanie beside the bed , grabs her bass , and begins to strum a tune . one of her songs , gentle but true . nothing but pleasant notes on their -

- stitch up , pulling needle and thread back and forth through the wound with a certainty , but a tenderness as well . she takes care with this part , and it's clear she knows what she's doing . next , she brews a tea , with all the best medicine and herbs for pain relief , -

- medical bandage , and right now , nearly all of her body needs to be wrapped in them . removing what she can of gwen's suit , nora wraps her in bandages and slathers her in rubbing alcohol and disinfectant . onto the stitching . any big open wounds left , she begins to -

- the pain and stop the deterioration of cells . hopefully her healing factor can begin the process of restoring them faster if the burning energy is sapped from them . next , applying pressure to open wounds . using gravity is all well and good , but nothing beats a good -

- her apartment . the fact that gwen could get themself here alone was a small miracle , so nora vowed to herself that she'll do the rest . safely on the bed , nora's quick to get to work . ice , copious amounts of it , wrapped in cloth and placed against the burns , to ease -

that's the first thing nora would fix ; those droplets of blood immediately stopping themselves from falling , as gravity wills them to remain in gwen's circulation . next , nora would make sure they're carried inside , floating the two of them up the stairs and deftly into -

- forgiving . reaching down , she pulls gwen's left arm over her shoulder , picking them up and holding onto their side , though their gravity manipulation does most of the work of carrying their combined weight . " le's get y'wrapped up . stop th'bleedin' . "

- muted . no , her eye is a sad , understated hum , a glimpse into the mind of a girl who's fought for every ounce of happiness in her life over and over ; this is the eye of someone who gets it . " y'idiot . . . " she murmurs , though her tone is nothing of not -

" . . . " staring down at the burnt , bloody , broken body of the love of her life , holding an amputated limb and a cracking one of their silly little jokes . there's no room in her narrowed eye for pity , or anger , or fear , all of which they're feeling , even if it's -

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mornin' , dumbasses .