“Perhaps you should leave the old binding material on,” just as I tugged the bandage off. I felt fresh blood flowing. Washing down my arm. Panic rose in my chest. “What happens if I don’t?” I asked. “The blood would have clotted, so if you peel off the binding material, it will bleed again—” He paused, then asked grimly, “You pulled off the bandage, didn’t you?” “Yes,” I whimpered. “Sh-shall I help?” The sight of so much blood impaired my better judgment. “Yes.”
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