[For a second, Perona's reluctant to even show more of her wrists, and pulls them back towards herself. She can remember the cuffs, and how tight they fit, and how they pinched and cut her skin. Those people were so-called doctors as well, yet different. Perona can understand that, at the least.
Even so, it takes her a minute or two before she nods, and moves forward some, offering her wrists up for cleaning. She's still very nervous, but she's also a tough girl...kinda. She should be able to handle a little sting.]
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Even so, it takes her a minute or two before she nods, and moves forward some, offering her wrists up for cleaning. She's still very nervous, but she's also a tough girl...kinda. She should be able to handle a little sting.]
Don't be too rough...