After the initial disinfection, I worked quickly but carefully. I pressed clean gauze firmly against the wound to staunch the worst of the bleeding, then wrapped a tight pressure bandage around Daisy's midsection, securing it with medical tape.
The white fabric quickly turned pink as some blood continued to seep through. Daisy's breathing remained ragged, her body shivering from shock and blood loss.
She let out soft, pained whimpers with every shift, her eyes half-closed. "Hurts… can't breathe right…" she murmured weakly.
Once the bandage was secure, I placed both hands gently over the wound, pretending to simply apply pressure while secretly channeling a controlled, subtle pulse of Eternal Vitality directly into her.
I kept the ability hidden—no glowing effects, no obvious signs—making it look like I was just holding the dressing in place and whispering encouragement.
