iamthefirechild said:
“Oh, god, Tony, so much pain,” she says, barely paying attention to where he’s taking her. She’s been on her feet trying to help for most of the last two days, with maybe a few hours of sleep. “Why couldn’t I fix it?”
Tony doesn’t answer her. Because really, what can he say? And besides, he mind doesn’t seem like it is actually on the question. So he focuses on herding her into the bathroom and getting the shower running.
She yanks at her shirt, only now realising that it’s spotted with dried blood and dirt. Getting her jeans off is quicker, and then she steps under the water and breathes hard at the shock of it hitting her skin. She just stands under it, letting it mix with the tears still running down her face, and tries not to sob.