[Her movements were smooth, barely jostling or moving the needle when she switched out the vials along the way. Not just her movements, she settled in to an almost hypnotically calm state during the procedure. Not just to calm whoever she was with... but because that blood was as important to her as her own was.
She couldn't live without it.
His fist encourages the blood to flow a bit better, and soon enough, Havoc pops the last vial out, pressing a makeshift cotton swab, (layered team colored bandages), over the needle mark before sliding it from his skin.]
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She couldn't live without it.
His fist encourages the blood to flow a bit better, and soon enough, Havoc pops the last vial out, pressing a makeshift cotton swab, (layered team colored bandages), over the needle mark before sliding it from his skin.]
Guess who's done?