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Immediately recognising him as the room revealed itself, she dashed over to him, trying to see the wound and himself, seeing how it'll react. The mind is a fickle thing, unstable, and dangerous.
"Oh..." A dejected realisation hit, there wasn't much to be done, but help was offered regardless, kneeling down besides him to help hold in the pressure, even offering to create a makeshift bandage from his clothing.
"Hey... It's me. Do you mind if I help...?" - gazing down at the injured version, she kept his other version in her peripheral. Though she pondered if medical training would even matter at all in a psychic reality. Very unlikely that she would be able to improvise a suture.
