[Peter groans a little at the shift, gritting his teeth. It has been a few months, maybe a year, since he had been actually shot. A good record for his usual luck.
He keeps the butt of his palm pressed against the wound. Peter knows the blood loss is going to be worse than the actual wound. He's going to hit shock soon enough.]
I know, I'm going to be okay. You're here, it's going to be okay. [He's trying for reassuring, its not quite right.]
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He keeps the butt of his palm pressed against the wound. Peter knows the blood loss is going to be worse than the actual wound. He's going to hit shock soon enough.]
I know, I'm going to be okay. You're here, it's going to be okay. [He's trying for reassuring, its not quite right.]