Clarence stopped when Emory said to, loosening his grip on the handle. He sighed softly, standing up straight to stretch his back. When he raised his arms, however, he had forgotten about the cut on his left arm, so when he stretched it, he felt it split a little bit, which caused it to re-open and begin bleeding again. He made a faint yip, but he hid his pain. He looked at the bandage covering his arm, frowning at the blood slowly beginning to seep through. He quickly bent down again and placed his hands on the handle, hiding his arm behind the couch as he waited for Emory to say it was okay to push again.