Do stuff like you mean it or don't do it at all, right? ( Hah. Haha. Yeah, no, that should never apply to injuries. Bless his sense of humor, though.
He watches her do... something to the wraps, his head canting to the side. Looks like some witchy nonsense to him, but before he can ask, she's preparing a different cloth and warning him that it'll hurt. He shrugs. ) Already hurts. It can't be too much worse. ( That being said, he pulls his good hand away, peeling his shirt completely away from his skin. He's all fine and dandy until about three seconds after the disinfectant soaks in to his wounds, and then holy shit his hand is on fire. Serious fire. Hellfire.
Ghoul nearly leaps right off the stool, yanking his arm back with a yelp.
Nope. NOPE. ) Oh my fuckin' god! ( Will blowing on it help? Maybe blowing on it will help. He's going to try it out of pure desperation. )
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He watches her do... something to the wraps, his head canting to the side. Looks like some witchy nonsense to him, but before he can ask, she's preparing a different cloth and warning him that it'll hurt. He shrugs. ) Already hurts. It can't be too much worse. ( That being said, he pulls his good hand away, peeling his shirt completely away from his skin. He's all fine and dandy until about three seconds after the disinfectant soaks in to his wounds, and then holy shit his hand is on fire. Serious fire. Hellfire.
Ghoul nearly leaps right off the stool, yanking his arm back with a yelp.
Nope. NOPE. ) Oh my fuckin' god! ( Will blowing on it help? Maybe blowing on it will help. He's going to try it out of pure desperation. )