Shannon hadn't meant to take the task away. But giving him every dignity he would have had in life seemed important. And there was some small part of her that was still in denial. That believed that somehow he would, he could, still be alright. People could live without arms. And he wasn't exactly without. Not really.
She didn't inspect until his shirt was tucked up under his arms as much out of the way as she could get it. But when she did, what she saw broke that tiny bit of hope she had. A small keening sound bubbled up from her throat, before she clapped her hand over her mouth. Any hold she'd had on her tears was torn to bits, as they rained down. Quiet sobs shook her shoulders. She placed her hand over his heart, and doubled over her forehead not quite touching his chest, but her hair partially obscured the reason for her break down.
"I should have come last night. I wanted to... I had wanted to." She whispered again. Afraid of that sound bubbling up again if she didn't.