It was a while before the bleeding began to slow. I sat back on my heels, lifting my hands gently off of Daisy's leg. "Okay, Spencer you can get off, thanks. Could you grab another top to replace this one?" I asked as I gestured down at my now deep red shirt, soaked in Daisy's blood. And so were my hands. 
I looked over at Daisy, who had tears running down her face. I hardly blamed her, all of that was a lot to take. "Are you okay?" I asked as I sat beside her leg, my bloody hands resting in my lap.