[ Those moments behind the curtains afford them just enough time to wipe away any immediate evidence as Steve rounds the drapes, halting when he spots Hargrove. Steve glances at the guy's chest, flicking away when there's nothing but a shirt there, and then his attention swings to Eddie. ]
I, uh — oh my god, is your wrist bleeding? What is that?
[ Stepping closer to the bed, Steve unknowingly brings with him a wealth of hot blood anxiously pounding around his veins, all inside freshly laundered clothes that carry the scent of the flowerbeds outside the hospital. ]
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I, uh — oh my god, is your wrist bleeding? What is that?
[ Stepping closer to the bed, Steve unknowingly brings with him a wealth of hot blood anxiously pounding around his veins, all inside freshly laundered clothes that carry the scent of the flowerbeds outside the hospital. ]