[Between Quark lunging his weight from her grip and Ecks suddenly charging in to shove the doctor aside, Luna is jostled enough that the blow to her neck misses its mark, cutting instead across the line of her collarbone. Again the blade draw up white, mingling with the red of John's blood and staining the collar of her coat.
She shudders with a cry, curling up on herself slightly, but not before noticing the shape of John's unoccupied fingers.
Her mind buzzes. To come up with a plan on the fly like this is not her strength, but she can't just sit in indecision. Too much is happening at once.]
E-Ecks, his knife! T-try and pin it down, we-- we need to restrain him somehow...!
[In the same breath, she's moving, breath hitching with pain as she abandons Quark and clumsily scrambles to get her fingers wrapped around John's broken hand. To actually apply pressure takes more effort than it should - she doesn't want to hurt him, she doesn't want to - but her grip squeezes, trying to yank it down to the floor as best she can.]
cw: facial and hand injury, blood, throat trauma
She shudders with a cry, curling up on herself slightly, but not before noticing the shape of John's unoccupied fingers.
Her mind buzzes. To come up with a plan on the fly like this is not her strength, but she can't just sit in indecision. Too much is happening at once.]
E-Ecks, his knife! T-try and pin it down, we-- we need to restrain him somehow...!
[In the same breath, she's moving, breath hitching with pain as she abandons Quark and clumsily scrambles to get her fingers wrapped around John's broken hand. To actually apply pressure takes more effort than it should - she doesn't want to hurt him, she doesn't want to - but her grip squeezes, trying to yank it down to the floor as best she can.]