((Wait for an opening. You don't have to join everything. And that came off sounding mean, but it wasn't meant to be. Hard day at work.))
"You'll be okay if we stop the bleeding." Ginny said, pulling off her sweatshirt and ripping it with ease. She could be strong when she wanted to be. She carefully wrapped his cuts up, making sure to get all of them and applying a bit of pressure.
"Normally, I'd make you raise it above your heart. But well, you can't really make it to the school like that without the blood rushing to your head." She explained, tying the pieces of her torn sweatshirt tightly. She perched herself on the balls of her feet and leaned forward, looking at his closed eyes. She went down onto her knees and inched closer, prying his left eye open slowly and carefully.
"Now, I have to look in this eye, which means I'm going to get a bit close." She warned, almost serious, "I know my face is pretty scary, but don't jerk or you'll get poked in the eye." She smiled slightly at her own insercurites and to help keep him at ease.