She looked up at him, biting her lip and light anger flared. "There was no need to point a gun to the back of my head," she snapped quietly. Pulling out the antibacterial wash she drenched it down his back and started dabbing it up with gauze before she took out a pair of scizzors and set them aside. Brena held her breath so as not to breath in the smell of blood so she wouldn't faint but she was already sure she had tunnel vision.<br/><br/>"How was I supposed to know that you had a little girl," she growled, tears forming in her eyes again. When he flinched, she took a hold of the glass sharp and breathed deeply. "Now shut up, or I won't be able to pull this shard out. I'm already queasy enough, as is," she told him, swallowing the lump in her throat. Brena pulled the shard slowly then tugged hard as if to bring the sharp towards her. She moved out of the way as it slid out and yanked free and she dropped it as quick as she could.<br/><br/>"Sh-shoot-AH!" She yelped, getting up as she abruptly snatched up her own hand and studied it. For a moment her hand looked fine, but a line of red cut across the top of her fingers and she squeezed it.<span style="font-style: italic">Ugh, she so did not have time for this!</span>. Grabbing some a plastic glove she threw it down over her fingers and hissed at the latex powder that burned her cuts. Brena kicked the chair away in frustration as she sat back down and grabbed the tweezers and started to pull out the small shards. She kept drenching his wound with sterile water and finally got around to pulling out the wire to stitch him up. She was so done now.<br/><br/>She was on the verge of throwing up her guts and she felt her stomach doing a million flips per second. The thought of her bleeding hand made her about ready to faint but she wouldn't let herself, no, not till it was over. Not till... She swallowed the baby barf in her mouth and whimpered, "I should have never came here. Even if my truck broke down, this is by the stupidest experience of my life!" She whispered in frustration, looping the dissolvable medical wire through the needle. The hook on the end made her eyes roll.