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He watched as she transfigured the gloves, gawking for a moment before nodding. He supposed they would be good enough, and it was better than the nurse.
"A-alright." He slowly held out his hands for her, pulling the gloves he'd been wearing off. They looked worse then they really were. He'd cut his left hand on the tap, and his skin was red and a bit swollen from being in contact with the bleach. But it wasn't nearly the worst he'd ever done to himself in the name of cleaning.
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