[Liem tries futilely to distract himself with Gray's question as he peels blood-soaked fabric, layer by layer, back from her arm. The smell seems to coat his throat and invade his senses, demanding his attention with each reluctant breath. His efficiency in exposing the wound only makes his distraction more intense, once her sleeve is pulled back; he feels sick with it, shivering like an addict as he fights the urge to even just lick the sheen of crimson from her skin. It's all he can do to pick up the container of water instead, to rinse some of it off.]
It's blood. I…
[His voice is rough with his struggle to speak at all. He realizes that his hands have stopped moving.]
Sorry, Miss Gray. It's difficult for me to concentrate. I am just terribly thirsty.
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[Liem tries futilely to distract himself with Gray's question as he peels blood-soaked fabric, layer by layer, back from her arm. The smell seems to coat his throat and invade his senses, demanding his attention with each reluctant breath. His efficiency in exposing the wound only makes his distraction more intense, once her sleeve is pulled back; he feels sick with it, shivering like an addict as he fights the urge to even just lick the sheen of crimson from her skin. It's all he can do to pick up the container of water instead, to rinse some of it off.]
It's blood. I…
[His voice is rough with his struggle to speak at all. He realizes that his hands have stopped moving.]
Sorry, Miss Gray. It's difficult for me to concentrate. I am just terribly thirsty.