[He took the cloth and gestured for the Soldier to sit next to him, having already pushed himself to the edge of the bed. He waited until he had before starting in on him. Probably ought to have done himself first, since he had less of a mess, but the Soldier got first treatment more often than not, he noticed. Pressing the cloth to his chest, Rumlow began rubbing it in circles, the blood smearing off and collecting on the fabric.]
Did you want to leave?
[He asks, tilting his head up to peer at the Soldier as he continued to wipe off the mess.]
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Did you want to leave?
[He asks, tilting his head up to peer at the Soldier as he continued to wipe off the mess.]