That's all it takes to wake her up, too. Natasha sits bolt upright, both guns drawn until she realizes they're alone. "Clint?" She gets to her feet, holstering both weapons before she puts a hand on his chest.
Tasha looks over the bandages, trying not to wince at the fact Clint may have torn over some stitching. "Lay down. You're not supposed to move." She keeps her tone steady and even, trying to mask how completely terrified she is.
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Date: 2012-06-27 02:44 am (UTC)From:Tasha looks over the bandages, trying not to wince at the fact Clint may have torn over some stitching. "Lay down. You're not supposed to move." She keeps her tone steady and even, trying to mask how completely terrified she is.