[Her worry amuses him a little--as if he wouldn't say something! The look he gives her, though, is less than confident. He's messing with her, but she doesn't need to know that.]
I'll just have to trust you, then.
[While she finishes up dabbing the crook of his arm, he stays silent, just watching her work. With his free hand, he sets aside the tiny parts of the helicoptera he'd been working on, to make sure they won't get in the way.
The needle pierces his skin after a few tries--it's thick, hence why he'd told her to get somethig heavy-duty. As she starts drawing, though, his arm begins to convulse in short bursts; he claps a hand over the tourniquet, breath coming out in quick pants; a scan will reveal his brain is firing off pain signals.]
Ah, Samus, I--
[He clenches his teeth shut. Best not to say anything, actually.]
[It's only perhaps two to three seconds before the vacuumed tube fills with blood, a process she can't exactly stop considering the way the tube is designed to fill to the pre-determined amount as soon as it begins to draw. So by the time the convulsions even register to her, the draw is already complete, and less than a little gently she is pulling that needle out as fast as she can to try and stop whatever she just did to him.
Eyes wide and hand pressing gauze to the puncture wound as hard as she can (which is quite arm-crushingly hard), Samus uses her other hand to grip Noh-Varr's forehead, staring into his eyes to try and determine whether or not he was seizing.]
Noh-Varr, can you hear me?? I told you to warn me if I was going to hit something vital!
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I'll just have to trust you, then.
[While she finishes up dabbing the crook of his arm, he stays silent, just watching her work. With his free hand, he sets aside the tiny parts of the helicoptera he'd been working on, to make sure they won't get in the way.
The needle pierces his skin after a few tries--it's thick, hence why he'd told her to get somethig heavy-duty. As she starts drawing, though, his arm begins to convulse in short bursts; he claps a hand over the tourniquet, breath coming out in quick pants; a scan will reveal his brain is firing off pain signals.]
Ah, Samus, I--
[He clenches his teeth shut. Best not to say anything, actually.]
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Eyes wide and hand pressing gauze to the puncture wound as hard as she can (which is quite arm-crushingly hard), Samus uses her other hand to grip Noh-Varr's forehead, staring into his eyes to try and determine whether or not he was seizing.]
Noh-Varr, can you hear me?? I told you to warn me if I was going to hit something vital!