Right, right- yeah. [Peter agrees automatically. He feels exhausted in so many ways as he lies on the table. This wasn't how their morning was supposed to go. This wasn't even how they were going to spend today.
A tight bubble of frustration builds under his skin. He just wants to scream in frustration, but keeps it to an angry little sound in the back of his throat. An angry vibration Leo can likely hear and feel.
Peter only raises his palm away from the entry wound to rip away the fabric around the wound. The fabric is just caked in drying blood. It stains his hands worse in the process. He drops the fabric to the side, breathing a little more heavily as he tries to stem the blood flow again.]
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A tight bubble of frustration builds under his skin. He just wants to scream in frustration, but keeps it to an angry little sound in the back of his throat. An angry vibration Leo can likely hear and feel.
Peter only raises his palm away from the entry wound to rip away the fabric around the wound. The fabric is just caked in drying blood. It stains his hands worse in the process. He drops the fabric to the side, breathing a little more heavily as he tries to stem the blood flow again.]