[ Ash moves quickly, crossing the hall to the double doors that led to the operating room. She tries to open them as quietly as possible, but the rusted hinges squeak and whine; she freezes, half in the operating room, straining her ears for any sound that signaled danger. When nothing happens, she fully slips in.
She's by his side in a matter of moments then, thin, shaking fingers working at the leather strap that keeps his right arm down. ] God, why is it so... [ It's too tight, or maybe she's shaking too much, but she can't get it undone. She can't. But maybe...
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She's by his side in a matter of moments then, thin, shaking fingers working at the leather strap that keeps his right arm down. ] God, why is it so... [ It's too tight, or maybe she's shaking too much, but she can't get it undone. She can't. But maybe...
She grabs a surgical blade. ] Stay still, ok?
[ She'll just cut the damn leather strap open! ]