i have to stop the bleeding . : @cherrytarnish .
technically , he hears her speak -- hears her words echo through the recesses of his brain . that doesn’t mean , though , that it really sinks in , instead rattling around the edges and hitting the corners that almost hold him back from actual comprehension . it’s not that he’s skittish , not exactly -- not that he’s afraid of blood , although his brain still remembers , like memories of an activity long since played , when he once has the exact opposite reaction to blood than the blank long for distance that he has now . after a second , however , he blinks , snapping back into reality and the fact that something needs to be done . “ r-right , yeah , ” he mutters lamely , running an agitated hand through his hair . “ how -- how can i help ? ”
