[ the razor... she did this herself. frank meets her eyes in lieu of asking if she's ready, holding onto her arm with his worse off right hand while he carefully pushes the needle through after it's cooled enough and he's put the lighter back in his jumpsuit. he's not quite ambidextrous, but it's good enough for something as practiced as this, and he looks down into the wound now, wondering why she'd cut herself. unless- he looks up suddenly after getting two stitches behind them. she's a real trooper he's impressed okay. ]
What was it? [ for as gruff as his voice ever is, there's alarm mixed somewhere in there too. she cut something out. this place keeps getting better and better. ]
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What was it? [ for as gruff as his voice ever is, there's alarm mixed somewhere in there too. she cut something out. this place keeps getting better and better. ]