[Nevermind the gaping wound in his side. He'll wear a dress and dance on the bar at the Royale before he goes to any damned doctor.
Crossing the room, he opens a cabinet door, pulls out a kit and sets it on the corner of the bed. He starts to shrug out of his jacket, frowns at the open door.]
Noah, close my door and prepare to leave. Set course for Intake.
[Last damn thing he needs is for Jack to walk by and say something that'll get the bastard shot in the neck.
Finally shrugging out of the jacket, he tosses it to the side rather than his bed, frowns down at the way the Leithian's shirt-turned-bandage is sticking to the wound, already soaked through. There's a slight wince when he pulls fabric from the wound before he finally yanks the shirt off over his head.
Now that he can see it... it doesn't look good. Just below the end of his ribs, the still weeping gash is wide, jagged, and deep.]
Fucking fanatics. This is probably going to take more than a day to heal.
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[Nevermind the gaping wound in his side. He'll wear a dress and dance on the bar at the Royale before he goes to any damned doctor.
Crossing the room, he opens a cabinet door, pulls out a kit and sets it on the corner of the bed. He starts to shrug out of his jacket, frowns at the open door.]
Noah, close my door and prepare to leave. Set course for Intake.
[Last damn thing he needs is for Jack to walk by and say something that'll get the bastard shot in the neck.
Finally shrugging out of the jacket, he tosses it to the side rather than his bed, frowns down at the way the Leithian's shirt-turned-bandage is sticking to the wound, already soaked through. There's a slight wince when he pulls fabric from the wound before he finally yanks the shirt off over his head.
Now that he can see it... it doesn't look good. Just below the end of his ribs, the still weeping gash is wide, jagged, and deep.]
Fucking fanatics. This is probably going to take more than a day to heal.