[ Tyr almost pitied him like this. A hand brushed the white strands out of his face gently. He could feel the warm blood soaking into his trousers - he really was bleeding - and the part of him that was still himself considered getting a doctor for him.
He didn't, though.
Shifting a little, he pulled a bottle of medicine from his pocket and opened it. He tilted Frey's head up to drink the bitter contents. ]
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Date: 2011-05-19 01:25 am (UTC)He didn't, though.
Shifting a little, he pulled a bottle of medicine from his pocket and opened it. He tilted Frey's head up to drink the bitter contents. ]