Part of Darcy wanted to get Bruce in the ahower, even if it meant holding him up in there. She could still see places where his own blood smudged his skin and didn't want to make him stay like that. Didn't want him to wake up and still feel like he was there. But she knew Betty was right and could see how tired Bruce was, so she didn't argue. She could always help clean him a bit with her rag again once he'd fallen deep enough in sleep.
She sighed softly, teeth worrying her lip again before she stopped herself. "Probably here." She admit, pulling up the long sleeve of her shirt with a wince. The black fabric had mostly hidden all of the blood that had seeped in to it but as she peeled it back her arm was practically covered in it, the gash still weeping slightly.