[ He glares at her weakly. ] Stop blaming this on me...
[ It's her fault. He's decided he won't put up with her shoving the blame on him. He finally glances down at his hand, deciding it can't be that bad while it's bandaged and not uncovered.
He wished he hadn't, though. The deep, dark red of blood from the gash at the center makes this all more real. Something he can see that shows what poor shape he's in. ]
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Date: 2011-05-15 02:44 am (UTC)[ It's her fault. He's decided he won't put up with her shoving the blame on him. He finally glances down at his hand, deciding it can't be that bad while it's bandaged and not uncovered.
He wished he hadn't, though. The deep, dark red of blood from the gash at the center makes this all more real. Something he can see that shows what poor shape he's in. ]