( he sits up and reaches for her and elena hates herself, loathes herself, because tony isn't entirely healed and she's been the worst version of herself for the past four months and he's still putting himself through unnecessary pain to try to help her. the motion is, at the very least, good for getting her to snap out of her sobbing, as she shakes her head and leans forward, reaching for his shoulders without actually making contact. )

No, lay back down, I'm fine, you still need to heal. ( she can't bring herself to look at him or touch him, but her hands hover just over his shoulders and her eyes focus on the bandages around his chest. adrien said he would recover. he doesn't need her blood, unless he want a scar-free chest. it's tony's choice. )

I... I have my blood, if you — Adrien said it would only be necessary if you don't want a scar, you'll heal just fine without it. But I thought, you know, there was an explosion, and nanites can only do so much, so if there's ever been a time to use your stupid magic blood, Elena, this is it...

( she's rambling. she knows she is, and she shuts herself up, visibly deflating as she drops her hands onto the bed and leaves them there, upturned and useless.

she feels so much, all at once. )

I forgot, ( she says softly, staring down at her hands. ) There's so much, I forgot how badly it hurts.