"Whatever," Vertigo panted, staring up at the sky and licking blood off her lip with a grimace. "Whatever, shut up, you're fine."
Reaching into a pocket in her toolbelt, she pulled out a handkerchief and a packet of gauze. She had all kinds of things in there. She reached back and dropped it on his chest. They were so close that the tops of their heads were touching. "Quit whining." Maybe he was dying. Huh. Crap. That would kind of suck. But only kind of.