Orla stepped forward, lugging her bag with her. It occurred to her as she began slipping and sliding through the blood on the floor that she shouldn't have worn heels. Perhaps that shouldn't have been her main area of concern at the moment, but she couldn't help what she thought. That and, well, blood was getting all over the hem of her nice dress.
She sighed.
"I'm going to bandage his arm," she said, more for Bella's benefit than her own. She didn't want the older woman to think she was doing something wrong and curse her from behind. "First clean it, then bandage it. And then we're going to take him to bed and I'm going to make sure he sleeps for a damned long time, alright?"