[The reassurance earned her a tired smirk and he shook his head as he made his way to the bathroom.]
I listen to everything. And I don't think I need anything more than burn cream and a few bandages? We'll see after I scrub the worst of this off. I won't be long.
[He was true to his word, leaving the door open as he carefully peeled off his armor and stepped into the shower. It hurt, but as the grim came away, he started to be able to tell the difference between his own blood and the blood that he was caked in. By the time he was done, his skin was pink and clean, a line of burns that seemed to trace the outline of his armor amid all the rest of his various scars.
He had half a mind to wrap himself fully in another towel to spare her from the ragged line of the Y-incision that bisected his torso, but he didn't want to ruin another towel. She'd survive and if it really made her uncomfortable, then she could decide which towel to ruin. He wrapped his one towel firmly around his waist, then gingerly made his way back out into the main room.]
If you need more just holler. I've got just about everything legal you'd find in the trauma section of a well stocked ambulance and a few things you won't find. And don't worry about the towels.
[She looked up from the laptop, her rapid typing not even slowing slightly as she blinked, cocking her head to one side.] That looks like an autopsy scar? [Her tone was part curious and part satisfied as if she'd had something confirmed] You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.
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For Not_yet_screaming
[The reassurance earned her a tired smirk and he shook his head as he made his way to the bathroom.]
I listen to everything. And I don't think I need anything more than burn cream and a few bandages? We'll see after I scrub the worst of this off. I won't be long.
[He was true to his word, leaving the door open as he carefully peeled off his armor and stepped into the shower. It hurt, but as the grim came away, he started to be able to tell the difference between his own blood and the blood that he was caked in. By the time he was done, his skin was pink and clean, a line of burns that seemed to trace the outline of his armor amid all the rest of his various scars.
He had half a mind to wrap himself fully in another towel to spare her from the ragged line of the Y-incision that bisected his torso, but he didn't want to ruin another towel. She'd survive and if it really made her uncomfortable, then she could decide which towel to ruin. He wrapped his one towel firmly around his waist, then gingerly made his way back out into the main room.]
There. Little less like raw hamburger.
Managed to drop my tags - bad week, sorry
[She looked up from the laptop, her rapid typing not even slowing slightly as she blinked, cocking her head to one side.] That looks like an autopsy scar? [Her tone was part curious and part satisfied as if she'd had something confirmed] You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.