No, moving while getting stitched was definitely a bad idea. Mostly because it would make it all jagged and hard to do. So while Svetlana felt bad that Anatoly was in pain, at least he was letting her take care of him. Some men refused help even when it was obvious they needed it, but Anatoly wasn't like that. He never had been, really. He wasn't like most men and that was what had drawn Svetlana to the man before her. Of course, then he changed and she couldn't recognize him anymore and it stung, but the man before her was reminding her of who he had once been. Which was dangerous for Svetlana. For her heart. Because if he became the man she had fallen in love with again, the blond didn't know if she'd be able to stop herself from falling again. Oh, she could have played it differently. Not let him in. But the fact remained, even knowing what she knew now? She wouldn't. She'd do things the same in letting him in. Perhaps she was a masochist. Svetlana didn't know. But there was danger here and she couldn't even say anything about it.
Of course, feeling Anatoly trace the bruise, Svetlana winced but kept from whimpering in pain. Yes, it was a gentle touch, but given how deep the bruise went, how much damage had been done in holding her down and back, it was still extremely sensitive. Her breath caught and Svetlana had to keep from shaking. She wanted to stand up, get away. And the look in his eyes when he looked up at her terrified her. Not because she thought he would hurt her. No. Because he was doing it again. Making her trust him.
Standing up quickly, not certain what her excuse would be, Svetlana gasped and grasped her stomach, closing her eyes tightly as the pain washed over her. It was enough to knock her back to the couch but she couldn't be weak in front of Anatoly...
"I...I'm going to take a bath....you should get a shirt. You can come back if you want or..not. It's your choice...."
She didn't really answer him again. She just needed to get away. If Anatoly came back, she would let him look at the cut, but she needed to regain her composure before she could let him be that close to her. And maybe if he had a shirt on it wouldn't be such a painful reminder of the history between them. Maybe. Doubtfully. Svetlana wasn't thinking straight anymore. The pain and emotions were too much to handle. Finding a spare key, Svetlana handed it to her husband so he could make the choice himself before she made her way to the bathroom and slid down against the door once it was closed.
Breathe. She had to breathe.
[ooc: it's fine, sweetie. I'm just glad you're okay because I worry like crazy <3]