[ A grimace crossed over his face. Well, it was worth a shot. Now that he's lied down on the cot, there's nary a thing he could do than prepare for the incoming pain that's going to come when help arrives. It's not that he's not used to it, in fact it's the opposite. But that doesn't mean that he doesn't cry out whenever something is pulled out of him, or maybe when someone applies medicine to his newly-formed scar (that made him scream like a girl once, never again.).
Still, with Gerome in charge of the first-aid, he's not expecting much. Gerome's... not exactly the most gentle person of the army. But hey, at least it's... not... Henry... ]
Hah, great, and I just bought them from the passing by leatherworker...
[ There's a hissing sound he made as he cut off his chuckle from the pain that appeared as his chest heaved.
Or he might be over reacting, but who ever knows with him? ]
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Still, with Gerome in charge of the first-aid, he's not expecting much. Gerome's... not exactly the most gentle person of the army. But hey, at least it's... not... Henry... ]
Hah, great, and I just bought them from the passing by leatherworker...
[ There's a hissing sound he made as he cut off his chuckle from the pain that appeared as his chest heaved.
Or he might be over reacting, but who ever knows with him? ]