( It throws him for a second, until his eyes drop down to his own hand, smeared red with sluggish, still-flowing blood. It would've stopped by now if it weren't for the fact that Frank's been hauling another human around with it, irritating his palm a little too much for it to clot. )
Shit-
( It's an absent mutter under his breath, and it's followed by grabbing a wad of napkins from the holder at the far side of the table. They're folded up and pressed against the wound, but it doesn't do much to erase the trail that wraps around the back of his hand and spreads between the webbing of his fingers.
This wound in that water's an infection waiting to happen. He's gonna need to clean it better when they get back to the Blocks, back to the motel room where he's got an IFAK waiting for him. Not much he can do about it here and now; he trusts the cleanliness of this bathroom in this grubby shithole oh the outskirts of a grubbier city about as much as he trusts the water he was just half-blasted with.
The waitress, to her credit, did not give it so much as a second glance. She must see people come in here beat all to shit all the time. )
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Shit-
( It's an absent mutter under his breath, and it's followed by grabbing a wad of napkins from the holder at the far side of the table. They're folded up and pressed against the wound, but it doesn't do much to erase the trail that wraps around the back of his hand and spreads between the webbing of his fingers.
This wound in that water's an infection waiting to happen. He's gonna need to clean it better when they get back to the Blocks, back to the motel room where he's got an IFAK waiting for him. Not much he can do about it here and now; he trusts the cleanliness of this bathroom in this grubby shithole oh the outskirts of a grubbier city about as much as he trusts the water he was just half-blasted with.
The waitress, to her credit, did not give it so much as a second glance. She must see people come in here beat all to shit all the time. )