Honestly, Svetlana wasn't thinking about the amount of time it had been since Anatoly had been shirtless around her. The fact that he had been shirtless around the Hungarian in the past year and others before that. Because that would just hurt and she was already hurting. She didn't need to have those images in her head. Because right now, right here, this wasn't just Anatoly, it was Toly. The man who had melted the ice around her heart and made her feel. The man who had saved her both physically and emotionally from herself.
Waiting, Svetlana winced in sympathy as Anatoly had to stop. Right. That made sense... so she merely nodded and placed down the first aid kit before she shifted closer to her husband and helped him remove the shirt. Okay. This was... awkward. She knew why she needed his shirt off, and why she needed to help. But their history was so deep that a simple act could make her recall other times they had been like this, only without the pain and betrayal between them. Then it was something else entirely.
Shaking herself some once the shirt was removed, Svetlana turned and grabbed the first aid kit and began to clean the wound, disinfecting it so that it didn't become infected. But it was deep enough that it was going to need stitches. Yes, there was a doctor here, but Svetlana didn't want to leave the girls, nor did she want to answer questions on why her throat was bruised and cut and why she had bruises on her face because then she'd be examined and more bruises would be found. Well. She had been a seamstress back in Russia, how hard could this be?
"This might hurt a little...." With that, Svetlana disinfected a needle and began to stitch up the wound, trying to ignore how close she was to Anatoly. Oh sure, he had held her while she cried in the alley, but that was different. He had a shirt on then. Worrying her lower lip, Svetlana focused on her task at hand before she sat back and then bandaged the wound. Okay. Well, this was awkward. Placing the things away, Svetlana folded her hair behind her ear, uncertain of what to say or do. She wanted to wash the feeling of the bastards off of her, she wanted to be held. She wanted to wake up and this all be a dream, but none of those were exactly viable at the moment.