Eventually Kymopoleia decided she'd done as much as she could and she put the iron down. The stench was horrendous and she moved around the room now, opening all the windows and doors she could find. She didn't bother telling Briareos not to move. She knew that bloodloss and the shock of the pain he'd just been through meant he wouldn't be going anywhere for a while. For all she knew, he still might die.
Walking back to him she looked down at the slumped monster and considered her next move. Probably he was going to get infected. Irons weren't really sterile and neither were dirty back alleys. So she went to the cash register and unlocked it, pulling out a handful of cash.
"Back soon," she told him, heading for the door. But then she caught her reflection and realised she was a mess. She couldn't go walking into shops covered in blood like this. So she pulled off her ruined singlet and tossed it aside. Her jeans were dark and hid the blood better, so they could stay. She went out the back again to where she'd seen the sink in her earlier search for the iron, and there she cleaned herself up enough to pass among people without comment.
"I need something to wear," she said, but almost as soon as she'd said it she found a coat fallen on the floor near Briareos. She leaned across him and grabbed it, putting it on and zipping it up. "Okay, gotta get some stuff now. You gonna be okay for a bit?"