[Breathing out slowly to avoid wincing too much, Charles clenches his jaw at the groan that escapes him involuntarily. He's lightheaded, and his skin is starting to feel clammy, but he works through it, focusing on his breathing.]
No, it's fine, I can.
[Carefully, he goes for the bandage and starts pulling at it, dried and coagulated blood sticking between the fabric and his skin, making it a painful, slow task. Her eyes are focused on his ribs as he exposes the gash further, his jaw muscles twitching as he grinds his teeth, attempting to offset the pain, to not much success.
Eventually, though, the bandage is off and the wound is plainly exposed, looking raw as it moves with Charles' ragged breaths.
Cauterizing it would have taken several applications of his blade to it. While the situation he's in now - with a stranger now knowing where he lives, and with a lot more control over him than Charles is comfortable with - sucks, it still feels preferable to his other option.]
You should see the other guy. [He attempts to smirk, but winces instead.]
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No, it's fine, I can.
[Carefully, he goes for the bandage and starts pulling at it, dried and coagulated blood sticking between the fabric and his skin, making it a painful, slow task. Her eyes are focused on his ribs as he exposes the gash further, his jaw muscles twitching as he grinds his teeth, attempting to offset the pain, to not much success.
Eventually, though, the bandage is off and the wound is plainly exposed, looking raw as it moves with Charles' ragged breaths.
Cauterizing it would have taken several applications of his blade to it. While the situation he's in now - with a stranger now knowing where he lives, and with a lot more control over him than Charles is comfortable with - sucks, it still feels preferable to his other option.]
You should see the other guy. [He attempts to smirk, but winces instead.]