ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@taciturnGodhead You're bleeding. A lot more than usual too. Normally, you can slap a bandage on that shit and call it a day. Maybe even text John about the sick new scar you just earned cause that's what happens training with the coolest guy in the world. He gives you those opportunities to show off. This time though, you feel lightheaded as you make your way back inside. Instead of scoffing or commenting on your shitty blocking skills, Bro had frozen for half a second then absconded almost immediately after slicing into your leg like it was cake. So, you stumble into the bathroom without much trouble. Aside from the pain creeping in and your legs nearly giving out from underneath you as if you don't control them. The toilet lid is a great place to sit to inspect where he got you. Despite how used you've grown to seeing your blood, once glance at your leg almost makes you nauseous if not a little fascinated. Blood is gushing out of the cut. It's deeper than usual. You're half tempted to put your finger in the torn muscle. It's... nothing short of a disgusting sight that's got you transfixed for a good minute. Somehow, you remember the basics of DIY first aid you half learned from Bro in the form of smuppet surgery and while scrolling through the gnarliest medical articles you could find. You press one of the towels hanging in the bathroom against the gash without caring how clean it is. It stings as you hold your hands down so hard they tremble. You blink rapidly before squeezing your eyes shut. Men don't cry. Striders don't cry. You're better than that. It hurts like hell, but now you know better. It hurts, but he wouldn't put you through anything you can't handle. #blood #violence #gore #abuse Your soft. πΌπππππ’ πππ
damn this was so long ago that cut was nasty as hell haha
You don't have to try and play it off you know.
oh if this shit actively bothered me to remember youd know but it feels more like a funny reminder