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☤ – with a large, bleeding wound
It wasn’t often that someone like Snake managed to hit him, but when he did succeed, it hurt.
“Damn it…. Why couldn’t it have hit the jewel like they normally do?”
Kid pressed a hand tightly to his side, the white suit and gloves already heavily stained with blood. A shot of pain spiked with every breath. He was slowly making his way past some trees when he noticed a small chapel. The thief hesitated for a few minutes. It wouldn’t really feel right to enter such a place as he was…. but he did need a small reprieve….
Silently, he slid inside, taking a moment to close his eyes, leaning on the wall just beside the door.
Mere and quick minutes later, the ginger female returned with a small box within her gloved palms, figure as rushed as one could possibly be. If they did not stop the wound from torning out so much blood, who knews how much it would be needed for him to pass out?
She kneeled down, opening the now unsecluded item, dragging out ethilic alcohol and other important disinfectants, anything possible to help them have a faster recovery…
Teal irises gazed back at the wound, not quite approval of its appearance. But she wouldn’t like to fret the other out, so she just tried a meek smile, while holding some cotton made balls, containing some portions of the liquid, ready to aim to the injury , of course.
“ Here. At least this might stop the bleeding for a while….but it might sting a bit. Just hold still…okay? ”
He slowly opened his when the other returned. As she began removing the contents of the medicine box, Kid realised she would need to be able to see the wound before she could really do much. He quickly undid the jacket button, and pulled the shirt upward on his injured side.
The thief didn’t raise his head to check, but he could tell it probably looked bad. The girl’s smile seemed a bit forced, though he was glad she was trying to offer some comfort.
“..Can’t really hurt much worse than it already does…” He nodded in acknowledgement at the request, moving the arm that had been holding the wound onto his chest.
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