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Tina’s hands gripped Bette’s shoulders tighter as a new wave of nausea overcame her and she swayed, weak on her feet. Bette glanced up, then reached up to hold Tina by the waist, stabilizing her. Tina’s eyes were closed and she widened her stance, her face pale and drawn. It was this more than anything that prompted Bette to come back to herself.
She looked back down at the blood. Disbelief coursed through her as this new hazard rose up to almost topple her, and her hands shook as she used Tina’s soaked tank top to wipe the blood away, gently cleaning up Tina’s leg as far as she could. She couldn’t tell where it was coming from, the whole area in between Tina’s legs looked wet and bloody.
She knew she would need to clean Tina up. The weight of their situation sat heavily on her shoulders, her own body soaked and chilled to the bone. She started to shiver violently, tears running down her cheeks as the reality of Tina’s condition settled on her.
She felt the coldness of Tina’s hands resting on her shoulder and she looked up again to see that the blonde was also shivering, her lips a deep blue from the cold. Dried blood spotted her face and neck, her hands covered in it.
Tina, for her part, was unaware of the blood on her pants and legs that Bette found, only knowing that she hurt, everywhere. The dizziness was almost overwhelming. The room was spinning a little and her head felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. The only thing in the room that made sense was that Bette was there. Her Bette. She would know what to do, she would stop the hurt.
“Babe?” she questioned softly, and that one word floated down to Bette’s ears and propelled her into action.
She looked around the room and noticed a small bathroom off to the side. She stood carefully, never letting go of Tina’s waist with one hand and pulled the covers off the bed with the other.
“Lay down, Tee. You’re… you’re bleeding just a little bit, Honey. I need to get something, ok?”
And Tina didn’t question her, allowing Bette to help her lay down like a small child, Bette’s hand cradling her head as Tina sunk gratefully into the bed. She lay on her side in a fetal position, not caring that she was naked below the waist, the movement sending her head into another level of pain. Her whimper was one of pain and confusion and tore at Bette’s heart.