Cursing all stubborn women everywhere, Peter didn't try and help her again after she shrugged off his help to walk. If he grabbed her it might aggravate something internally, and that would be a hell of a lot worse.
As soon as Rachel was lying down, Peter sat on the edge of the bed. Her sitting up again made him scowl, so he just pressed his hand lightly against her shoulder and pushed her back down until she was lying on her back again. "Just... stop talking and let me take care of this," he ordered firmly. Gingerly, he removed the towel from her stomach, setting it aside and pushing up her t-shirt so that he could get a better look. Definitely a stab would - not huge and gaping like he'd feared, but dangerous enough.
The medical kit Peter normally kept on hand was brought to the bed with a wave of his wand - no time to be concerned about proper use or misuse of powers, not when Rachel was in this kind of shape.
Peter hesitated briefly. There was no way he was going to stitch Rachel up when she was awake. And he wasn't going to wait until she fell unconscious. He remembered her threatening to beat him up if he ever did this again, but Peter just didn't care. Not now. "I don't know how you get yourself into these situations," he murmured, resting his hand on Rachel's temple and lightly stroking the hair back from her forehead. "But don't worry, I'll take care of this. You'll be fine. Just..." Peter frowned faintly, and the next words were mental, wrapping around Rachel's subconscious and bending it to his will, "GO TO SLEEP. You'll feel better when you wake up."
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As soon as Rachel was lying down, Peter sat on the edge of the bed. Her sitting up again made him scowl, so he just pressed his hand lightly against her shoulder and pushed her back down until she was lying on her back again. "Just... stop talking and let me take care of this," he ordered firmly. Gingerly, he removed the towel from her stomach, setting it aside and pushing up her t-shirt so that he could get a better look. Definitely a stab would - not huge and gaping like he'd feared, but dangerous enough.
The medical kit Peter normally kept on hand was brought to the bed with a wave of his wand - no time to be concerned about proper use or misuse of powers, not when Rachel was in this kind of shape.
Peter hesitated briefly. There was no way he was going to stitch Rachel up when she was awake. And he wasn't going to wait until she fell unconscious. He remembered her threatening to beat him up if he ever did this again, but Peter just didn't care. Not now. "I don't know how you get yourself into these situations," he murmured, resting his hand on Rachel's temple and lightly stroking the hair back from her forehead. "But don't worry, I'll take care of this. You'll be fine. Just..." Peter frowned faintly, and the next words were mental, wrapping around Rachel's subconscious and bending it to his will, "GO TO SLEEP. You'll feel better when you wake up."