[He shoves his shaking hand into a pocket, extracts a little packet of kleenex; with a shaking hand he pushes it against Marty's skin, trying to sop up the blood. And all the while, he tries to excuse himself, voice trembling, sounding quite nearly on the point of tears.]
I - I panicked, I'm sorry, I - [And he closes his eyes as panic threatens to rise up in him once again, miserable and cruel. He'd panicked once before, and hurt someone back then, too, and -
One hand comes up to press against his eyes. He's really disproportionately shaken by this, beyond what would be reasonable.]
I'm sorry. I'm going to get you - get you a doctor. Can you...stand? God, I...
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[He shoves his shaking hand into a pocket, extracts a little packet of kleenex; with a shaking hand he pushes it against Marty's skin, trying to sop up the blood. And all the while, he tries to excuse himself, voice trembling, sounding quite nearly on the point of tears.]
I - I panicked, I'm sorry, I - [And he closes his eyes as panic threatens to rise up in him once again, miserable and cruel. He'd panicked once before, and hurt someone back then, too, and -
One hand comes up to press against his eyes. He's really disproportionately shaken by this, beyond what would be reasonable.]
I'm sorry. I'm going to get you - get you a doctor. Can you...stand? God, I...