the ice is an instant relief, eliciting a soft sigh from the spider. the flow of his blood has slowed, the fresh towel held to his nose. “ you should see the other guy. ” he laughs, half—hearted before shaking his head. ⤸
back presses firmly to the back of the chair, head tilting back for only a moment before he takes the towel from her hand to hold it himself. fingernails stained red, towel almost dripping blood. “ i appreciate it … ”
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coughing on the sheer volume of crimson in his mouth, he’s inhaling weakly ; an attempt to calm himself, and in turn, her. there’s an attempted squeeze to her hand, a sign of comfort in this moment. ⤸


















