[Scott pauses in reaching for a roll of gauze, but his other hand is still holding Gene's, still absorbing. It doesn't hurt as badly as it did on the other ship. It's like it used to be, an endurable, steady ache: like stubbing a bunch of different toes in a row, sharp and fading.]
It's okay, [he finally says, grabbing the gauze so he can start wrapping it around Gene's hand.]
It's just, um. Something I can do. Make the pain go away.
[It doesn't go away, but there's no point in making people worry about that.]
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[Scott pauses in reaching for a roll of gauze, but his other hand is still holding Gene's, still absorbing. It doesn't hurt as badly as it did on the other ship. It's like it used to be, an endurable, steady ache: like stubbing a bunch of different toes in a row, sharp and fading.]
It's okay, [he finally says, grabbing the gauze so he can start wrapping it around Gene's hand.]
It's just, um. Something I can do. Make the pain go away.
[It doesn't go away, but there's no point in making people worry about that.]
Is it all right?