[ Sarah pours some of the peroxide over the wound. The fact that it fizzes, despite Clara's condition, is a strange relief for her. She pokes at the wound with the tweezers, hesitantly at first, then more confidently. It helps that Clara isn't flinching or trying to pull away. Once she locates the bullet, it's not hard to get the tweezers on it and with a tiny bit of wiggling, she pulls it out and sets it on the lab table next to them. All that and no dry heaving into Clara's lap! Victory. ]
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There it is.