Angela had to roll her eyes at the comment. It did bring a small smile to her lips though as she shook her head. "Don't be a smart ass." She recognized though it had been a stupid thing to say.
As Chloe reached out for her hand, she paused for a moment. She had been planning on plucking the shard out by herself and wasn't sure whether to let someone who wasn't experienced in medicine do it. However, It would be easier to not do it on her own and it was in her dominant hand so she finally relinquished her hand to the other girl. The trepidation was clear on her face though. It wasn't easy for Angela to hand over control to even the most experienced of doctors.
"Do you know what you are doing? I can walk you through it."
"But then I wouldn't be me," she said with an innocent bat of her eyes. She was glad that Angela at least had smiled some, though. That was better than nothing after what she'd just been through.
Chloe relaxed as she felt Angela's hand rest into hers, making sure to hold it still and nodding when she asked if she knew what she was doing. "I watched a lot of First Aid videos on YouTube," she said with a shrug. She at least had the basics down. "You can always tell me if I look like I'm about to fuck up, though. I'll listen. I promise."
She went to grab some disinfectant first, pausing to make sure that was right, before going to carefully pour it over her hand and get rid of the excess debris.
Chloe definitely wouldn't be herself without the sarcasm and Angela wouldn't want to change that. It had grown on her and she was coming to care deeply about the younger girl.
She directed as best she could, but let Chloe do the rest. If there was any need for further assistance she would bother Moira to patch it up. She managed to barely even flinch as Chloe plucked it out of her skin. Under different circumstances she would have dabbed a bit of her medicine on it but it would just have to heal naturally.
"I used to skateboard," she said with a shrug, putting the glass bits into the dish she'd brought over as she talks. She's looking again to make sure she hasn't missed anything. "I've fallen on gravel and shit and had to pick it out, so I figured it probably wasn't too much different." Thus watching the YouTube videos, apparently. Just in case.
Satisfied, she goes to place the tweezers down and rinses her hand off again before reaching for the bandages.
"Wrapping it, though, you're gonna have to walk me through."
The statement about skateboarding made sense. There were definitely similarities in how to approach anything that was imbedded in the flesh.
The cut bled a little, but it wasn't deep enough for her to worry. She'd let Moira take a look at it later to get her opinion, or heal it a bit further.
"Happy to. The guaze is over there on that table."
"Without my nanites, it's probably best to add a little bit of antiseptic. To be on the safe side." The whole situation was starting to feel a bit silly to her. After all this was usually her job and handing over the reigns to someone else was not something she did with ease.
"And then you can just put a piece of gauze on it and a couple strips of tape and it will be fine in a day or two."
"Okay. Uh ..." She looked around, finding the antiseptic in reaching distance, and going to grab it and unscrew the top. She puts a dollop onto her finger, going to spread it over the cuts on Angela's palm, before grabbing the gauze.
She scrunches her mouth as she places it around her hand, grabbing the tape and tearing it easily into strips that she uses to hold it down.
"... Are you gonna be able to get more of your nanshits?" She can't remember the name already.
Once her hand is dressed she flexes her fingers and looks satisfied with the results. There is minimal pain now that the shard was removed and the rest would heal soon enough. It was her pride that had taken the greater hit this time.
Standing up from her chair she decides that all she can do at this point is clean up the mess and shut down for the evening. Despite her nature to overwork herself she can't stand to be in her office anymore. As she picks things up to a satisfactory level she shrugs to the comment. "I don't know. I'll see what I can do to get more. Hopefully I'll be able to." She lets out a sigh.
"In the meantime. Let's head home, I'm in desperate need of a break from this room."
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As Chloe reached out for her hand, she paused for a moment. She had been planning on plucking the shard out by herself and wasn't sure whether to let someone who wasn't experienced in medicine do it. However, It would be easier to not do it on her own and it was in her dominant hand so she finally relinquished her hand to the other girl. The trepidation was clear on her face though. It wasn't easy for Angela to hand over control to even the most experienced of doctors.
"Do you know what you are doing? I can walk you through it."
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Chloe relaxed as she felt Angela's hand rest into hers, making sure to hold it still and nodding when she asked if she knew what she was doing. "I watched a lot of First Aid videos on YouTube," she said with a shrug. She at least had the basics down. "You can always tell me if I look like I'm about to fuck up, though. I'll listen. I promise."
She went to grab some disinfectant first, pausing to make sure that was right, before going to carefully pour it over her hand and get rid of the excess debris.
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She directed as best she could, but let Chloe do the rest. If there was any need for further assistance she would bother Moira to patch it up. She managed to barely even flinch as Chloe plucked it out of her skin. Under different circumstances she would have dabbed a bit of her medicine on it but it would just have to heal naturally.
"Not bad for your first time."
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Satisfied, she goes to place the tweezers down and rinses her hand off again before reaching for the bandages.
"Wrapping it, though, you're gonna have to walk me through."
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The cut bled a little, but it wasn't deep enough for her to worry. She'd let Moira take a look at it later to get her opinion, or heal it a bit further.
"Happy to. The guaze is over there on that table."
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"Do I need to put anything on it first? After washing it out as much as I did?"
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"And then you can just put a piece of gauze on it and a couple strips of tape and it will be fine in a day or two."
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She scrunches her mouth as she places it around her hand, grabbing the tape and tearing it easily into strips that she uses to hold it down.
"... Are you gonna be able to get more of your nanshits?" She can't remember the name already.
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Standing up from her chair she decides that all she can do at this point is clean up the mess and shut down for the evening. Despite her nature to overwork herself she can't stand to be in her office anymore. As she picks things up to a satisfactory level she shrugs to the comment. "I don't know. I'll see what I can do to get more. Hopefully I'll be able to." She lets out a sigh.
"In the meantime. Let's head home, I'm in desperate need of a break from this room."