[Leo is grabbing everything to bring on a tray next to the table. He's doing this alone, so he's got to make the whole procedure as painless and quick as he can make it. Stepping to Peter's injured side, Leo steels himself catching his breath when he sees the wound.
Shit.
Okay.
He carefully starts moving Peter's hand from the wound, replacing it with a small bit of cloth doused in antiseptic. It's painstaking, going through cleaning it, prepping it. Gently, so so gently, pressing on his side to figure out just how deep it went in. Grabbing for the longer needle point tweezers to start - ugh - digging for it. But the whole while, Leo is shushing, whispering assurances. Wishes to god Peter would have let him be knocked out because he doesn't know how long it'll take him to find the stupid thing.
It feels like ages. It's forever before he tweezers catch on the metal. Leo doesn't dare move.]
Okay- I've got it, gonna give it a tug on three. Ready?
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Shit.
Okay.
He carefully starts moving Peter's hand from the wound, replacing it with a small bit of cloth doused in antiseptic. It's painstaking, going through cleaning it, prepping it. Gently, so so gently, pressing on his side to figure out just how deep it went in. Grabbing for the longer needle point tweezers to start - ugh - digging for it. But the whole while, Leo is shushing, whispering assurances. Wishes to god Peter would have let him be knocked out because he doesn't know how long it'll take him to find the stupid thing.
It feels like ages. It's forever before he tweezers catch on the metal. Leo doesn't dare move.]
Okay- I've got it, gonna give it a tug on three. Ready?