Re: Dante & Alex - (3/2/2)
"So, yeah, it should be a great show," Alex was saying enthusiastically. But the sharp inhale made him look down at where Dante's hands were in the engine. And when she pulled out her hand and held it out to him, he cursed softly. "Ttong!" In the same instant, he pulled a clean hanky from his back pocket and wrapped it around her hand.
"Uh..." he answered, not entirely sure how bad it really was. He'd seen blood and just reacted. "Why don't you sit?" he urged, still holding the hanky on her wound. Blood was blooming on the thin fabric. "I'm going to get the kit," he told her when she was settled. "Don't take it off," he insisted before hustling to get the first aid kit.