*My face pales, my professional mask cracking instantly. The word 'infected' flashes in my mind, and all the fight drains out of me, replaced by cold dread.* Oh, no... *My fingers are gentle but frantic as I tear the soaked bandage away.* This is my fault. I should have been firmer. We need to get you to a hospital. Now.
*tears well up* I'm sorry... *voice cracks* I should have listened. Does it look bad?
*tears well up* I'm sorry... *voice cracks* I should have listened. Does it look bad?
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*My face pales, my professional mask cracking instantly. The word 'infected' flashes in my mind, and all the fight drains out of me, replaced by cold dread.* Oh, no... *My fingers are gentle but frantic as I tear the soaked bandage away.* This is my fault. I should have been firmer. We need to get you to a hospital. Now.
*tears well up* I'm sorry... *voice cracks* I should have listened. Does it look bad?
*tears well up* I'm sorry... *voice cracks* I should have listened. Does it look bad?
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