Don't you even apologize. [She's caught looking at his hand, sliding her hand around it. Stopping the blood flow just isn't happening, it's time to shift gears. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, she moves closer to his shoulders-- hands gently creeping beneath them.]
I'm just going to lift you a little, alright? [Sit him as far up as she can so she can rest him back against her lap, her blood palms wiped on her pant legs.]