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Model Juliana Scramocin @ncromance

4. My  muse  applying  pressure  your  muses  bleeding  wound

"Stop squirming."

There's not even a fleck of kindness in his voice as he pushes the warmth cloth against the bloody wound. It's not exactly the best medical attention, but he has doubts that infection is even a concern anymore in The Fog.

Why everything insisted of poking around the RPD was beyond his comprehension anymore. In exchange for the pittance of junk food there was always risks. The slick concrete outside always caught people off guard, and Mason wasn't any different. Those steps were particularly renown for spraining an ankle or scratching open a knee. Which was precisely what happened here. Though the fool hadn't gathered the will to limp off the realm and had loitered there hissing in pain until he'd relented and come to find them.

Lifting the rag, he see's the bright red stain that's formed across it and grumbles. "If you're going to wound yourself do it somewhere else next time. The blood riles up Nemesis."