[He's still drinking, slow and steady, when that first bit of water touches the wound. It's all he can do to stop himself from spluttering it all out and his head slams back against the wall as he tenses. It takes him a moment to swallow, to remember how to breathe. His next breath growls out between clenched teeth and he slams his free hand into the floor in a tight fist.]
Fuck! [Adrenaline spikes higher with the fresh wave of pain and he has a moment of clarity, a moment where he does, in fact, notice how badly Iggy's shaking. But he's no steadier and when he finally lifts his head to look down at the wound he grimaces.]
No stitches... should pack it, though. Till the deeper parts heal, so it can drain. [Which is gonna hurt like a bitch. ]
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Fuck! [Adrenaline spikes higher with the fresh wave of pain and he has a moment of clarity, a moment where he does, in fact, notice how badly Iggy's shaking. But he's no steadier and when he finally lifts his head to look down at the wound he grimaces.]
No stitches... should pack it, though. Till the deeper parts heal, so it can drain. [Which is gonna hurt like a bitch. ]