action;
"Shh," he urged, attempting to silence her. His magnetic mind had picked up on those metallic fragments, and he held her chin steady in one hand while he slowly—gently—pulled a tiny sliver that had embedded itself near her cheekbone out without so much as having to dig at it with a scalpel.
Blood trickled down the side of her face, and he swiped his thumb across it, sticking it in his mouth before he turned and reached for the first aid kit again.