[By the time he's run out of cloth to wrap his finger in its spotty and red from his blood. He'll probably have to find something else soon, or just start tearing at his uniform. It's big on him anyway, plenty of cloth to spare — at least until he gets his hands on some bandages. He hasn't really had a chance to survey this place as much as he'd have liked.
Footsteps immediately put him on alert, head snapping up where they're coming from.]
Peachy, [is his annoyed response, laced with a natural suspicion at being approached.] Look, mister, I don't need a doctor. It's not that big of a deal. Now get lost.
[What he really wants to do is get up and walk away. But what he actually does is stand up and...not leave. As if his legs refuse to carry him anywhere.]
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Footsteps immediately put him on alert, head snapping up where they're coming from.]
Peachy, [is his annoyed response, laced with a natural suspicion at being approached.] Look, mister, I don't need a doctor. It's not that big of a deal. Now get lost.
[What he really wants to do is get up and walk away. But what he actually does is stand up and...not leave. As if his legs refuse to carry him anywhere.]