[ Jack's heart nearly stops when Clary's cut off, and he can see her body go rigid with agony. His hand doesn't release hers, fingers tightening, but Jack's feeling utterly useless. He can't figure what caused it and he can't figure how to stop it and he has no way of giving her any more comfort than simple contact. So all he does is hold on, hand on her head, with his jaw clenched tight as he watches her face, periodically checking the time on his cuff as he counts off the seconds.
Somewhere around seven or eight seconds, he starts to see crimson liquid leaking from her ears, her nose, and the corners of her lips. It's something from inside her hemorrhaging, and Jack's tossed into a panic all over again. Internal bleeding could give her permanent damage - could kill her. Eyes skim over her, lookng around the med tent as if a medic would magically appear, but they're likely dealing with the 10 or so others suffering the same thing right now. That's when he sees it - the cuff on her wrist. All the lights have gone off on it, shut down. He remembers the screeching the cuffs do when you mess with them too much, warnings that removing or disabling them results in fatality, and Jack has to remind himself that Dagger said she'd live. He told everyone they'd live. It's just pain. Grabbing for some of the gauze he'd hastily set aside, Jack's trying to wipe away what's leaking from her ears and nose, before dropping it to the side and using the hand scooping under her head to elevate her a little, make sure she's not drowning in her own blood dripping from her nose, given her mouth is resolutely shut. ]
15 seconds. You're almost done. [ Not almost. About halfway. What if it doesn't stop at 30? What if something malfunctions? What if the cuff doesn't come back online in time? Clary's looking like she's in absolute agony as it is, can she really take another 15 seconds of this? Jack's head snaps up, looking to d'Artagnan on the other side. ] Use the gauze. Help.
[ Jack only has so many hands, and he's not letting go of Clary's. ]
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Somewhere around seven or eight seconds, he starts to see crimson liquid leaking from her ears, her nose, and the corners of her lips. It's something from inside her hemorrhaging, and Jack's tossed into a panic all over again. Internal bleeding could give her permanent damage - could kill her. Eyes skim over her, lookng around the med tent as if a medic would magically appear, but they're likely dealing with the 10 or so others suffering the same thing right now. That's when he sees it - the cuff on her wrist. All the lights have gone off on it, shut down. He remembers the screeching the cuffs do when you mess with them too much, warnings that removing or disabling them results in fatality, and Jack has to remind himself that Dagger said she'd live. He told everyone they'd live. It's just pain. Grabbing for some of the gauze he'd hastily set aside, Jack's trying to wipe away what's leaking from her ears and nose, before dropping it to the side and using the hand scooping under her head to elevate her a little, make sure she's not drowning in her own blood dripping from her nose, given her mouth is resolutely shut. ]
15 seconds. You're almost done. [ Not almost. About halfway. What if it doesn't stop at 30? What if something malfunctions? What if the cuff doesn't come back online in time? Clary's looking like she's in absolute agony as it is, can she really take another 15 seconds of this? Jack's head snaps up, looking to d'Artagnan on the other side. ] Use the gauze. Help.
[ Jack only has so many hands, and he's not letting go of Clary's. ]