[Luckily for Ecks, she's wearing armor and most of her skin is covered by at least a couple layers of cloth besides. Unluckily for Ecks, that makes absolutely no difference whatsoever. Blood runs down her face and seeps through her clothing where the static splatters. Her forward hand spasms, losing grip as part of her forearm abruptly ceases to be, and the hatchet goes clattering to the floor. She starts to reach for it only to fall to her knees, nerves sending signals to her brain that make no sense at all. She reaches instead for Castiel, gripping at his shoulder to pull him to her, blood everywhere as she wraps useless hands around the stump too late. Tourniquet. Stop the blood loss, tie the limb, kill the attacker, tend her hand that is not closing the way it should, tie a tourniquet -- all of these things, she must do all but she cannot --]
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