The knife is tossed away immediately and Tess applies pressure to the wound with both hands for a few minutes, until Zod's eyes appear lifeless and glassy. After a few deep breaths of her own, she fumbles with the pouch and removes a filled syringe, making sure any air is pushed out.
Tess rolls up his sleeve with remarkably steady hands and injects the liquid slowly. Then she waits, fingers pressed to his wrist, hoping for a pulse.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2010-06-10 01:00 am (UTC)From:Tess rolls up his sleeve with remarkably steady hands and injects the liquid slowly. Then she waits, fingers pressed to his wrist, hoping for a pulse.