[ Chiaki's head was swimming - maybe it was the blood loss. She dimly pressed the cloth against her leg where the other girl told her to. Her arm was more of a dull throb than a sharp pain at this point, and it wasn't dripping as much.
Even with her eye wound cleaned, she couldn't bring herself to look the other girl in the eye, her head drooping with shame as she was tended to. But she couldn't just do nothing to repay her troubles. ]
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Even with her eye wound cleaned, she couldn't bring herself to look the other girl in the eye, her head drooping with shame as she was tended to. But she couldn't just do nothing to repay her troubles. ]
Thank you...