Glitch slides his finger out as the coat is taken away, folding his hands in his lap and watching the window for a moment. "See what," he asks mildly.
The vest shows the rip from the bullet. The shirt underneath is black and red, black with burn and red with blood. It's just a graze, seared shut with the heat and slightly yellow with infection.
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Date: 2009-09-16 11:58 am (UTC)The vest shows the rip from the bullet. The shirt underneath is black and red, black with burn and red with blood. It's just a graze, seared shut with the heat and slightly yellow with infection.
"I think I'd like a nap sometime..."