06-10-2022, 10:37 PM
The smart comment made Arthur grin a moment before the alcohol was poured, his shoulder jerking away from the bubbling, searing pain on reflex. Arthur forced himself still with a gasp, his head falling forward and out of the way. It stayed there as Malachi wiped his shoulder clean and began his work.
"Nng - no," he struggled. "I've been hit but never, nn. Stabbed, hhah, fuck."
The doctors hand reached up and gripped his greasy brown hair, as if more pain somewhere else would distract from the worst of it.
It did not work very well.
"Have - have you? Mentioned bein' stabbed at - the party." Arthur did his best to keep his voice and breathing even, if only to keep his pride, but it really was pointless. Malachi's hands were more sure than Arthur's own had been, if only barely. Not only that, but he wasn't watching to see what his next move would be. Every prick and pierce and pull was a shock on top of the pain.
"Nng - no," he struggled. "I've been hit but never, nn. Stabbed, hhah, fuck."
The doctors hand reached up and gripped his greasy brown hair, as if more pain somewhere else would distract from the worst of it.
It did not work very well.
"Have - have you? Mentioned bein' stabbed at - the party." Arthur did his best to keep his voice and breathing even, if only to keep his pride, but it really was pointless. Malachi's hands were more sure than Arthur's own had been, if only barely. Not only that, but he wasn't watching to see what his next move would be. Every prick and pierce and pull was a shock on top of the pain.
